What are you waiting for? Some days just aren’t it. Everybody has “off” days where they don’t feel quite right. Maybe nothing is ~wrong~ but it definitely feels like it. It’s okay to have these days. The world will keep spinning as you heal. In the meantime, there are tools out there that can boost your health. The world is overcome with technology, so we mine as well use it to our advantage! Below are 6 apps that can support you on your journey to better mental and physical health! All of these apps are available in the app store and can be used right on your phone (which you pretty much
Photo by Donald Tong There are times when I cold-turkey quit social media. There are times when I am trapped in the endless blackhole of social media. There are times when I allow myself to embrace sadness like an old friend, because of social media. There are times when I feel on cloud nine, because of social media. And there are times when I miss out on real life, because of social media. Why in the hell do we care so much? I wrote the short poem below to express how many of us feel the need to acquire acceptance from strangers. We are not to blame, the platforms are intentionally designed with
Standing outside As the cold cuts through It’s the month of October And I’m missing you *** Hands open wide My heart hurts so As I try to catch leaves That fall down below *** Tears have dried There’s a whisper in the breeze Aching for a wish So I stay out and freeze
We sleep better When we’re together And when we’re alone I can’t find my way home *** Spinning in circles Shouting at the North Star Every direction I turn Seems to be the wrong one *** Until I find your eyes Amongst the people and the lies Now safe in this place You’re my saving grace Photo
I wonder how fast you would leave this town if all the street lights never turned red and you found keys to all the doors you couldn’t open would you pack your things and go or would you even have things to pack you don’t belong here you don’t belong anywhere ‘go home’ they said so you went to the graveyard instead
I n the middle of nowhere, on a small farm where the wind blew differently, Cal and Marie lived with their secrets. He was a farmer who wanted to be a man of luxury. She was a farmer’s wife but had always dreamed of something more. They had no kids, but that was not for lack of trying. Every third Friday of each month, Cal packed his bags. He went into the city and became the best fancy, high-rolling businessman he could be. This got him into all the clubs, rooftop restaurants, and backroom dealings one could imagine. So he grabbed his bags and kissed his wife goodbye. She had the same flicker of