Pulling through panic attacks
The power of poems
–@StevieStreets #mentalhealthawareness #haiku | The Power of Poems
The 3:00 a.m. Rendezvouses
My Art Therapy
I cope with haiku
…forces me to be present
The Write Thing To Do
Gotta muddle through
The panic at the disco
I cope with haiku
It brings me into The Now
The Write Thing To Do
Have been keeping me alive
Ahhh, Art Therapy
Do The Write Thing, Please
It’s cheaper than therapy
You can count on it
The one thing I could count on
The cure is haiku
–@StevieStreets #mentalhealthawareness #haiku | The Write Thing To Do
I’m no stranger to displaced anger and disfunction.
I know what it is to live when anxiety is suffocating
And depression is crippling
And the propensity to be something forces you to function when you’d rather do nothing.
When shall your wounds welcome their scabs?
To heal a wound, you have to stop touching it.
Sometimes I’m coping with mixed emotions like I’m so HAPPY yet so SAD…
Often I’m dealing with the duality of mental health and my best self like
Ego is the enemy and YOU ARE ENOUGH – even in your ruggedness.
Truth be told,
The vibe never lies and energy is everything…
Long story short:
We long for love in view of the fact that we don’t know how to accept it.
I see too many adults living with codependency issues ’cause the child within was neglected.
Why do hurt people hurt people?
Why do mental health memes cut deep?
MY POEMS ARE NOT POEMS…
I once read: “If you don’t heal what hurtcyou, you’ll bleed on people that didn’t cut you.”
And thought “that’s deep!”
–@StevieStreets #BlackMentalHealthMatters #poem | Deep AF
So 3:00 a.m. and I rendezvous again.
Like clockwork, we keep meeting in these quaint little corners of my mind.
This time she brought Anxiety and Depression along so we could rendezvous with them.
Since we’re speaking amongst friends, these little early morning rendezvous have been on the hush for quite some time.
Didn’t know we were ready to go public with this affair, yet here we are
Discoursing emotional scars with my lady friend, 3:00 a.m., and I’m still flirting with death, not sure if I’m ready to commit…
Can’t believe 3:00 a.m. got me sitting here with these crazy chicks; first time I met Anxiety she took my breath away and crashed the party with a Xanax boxcar.
And we ain’t even gon’ talk ‘bout Depression, ah man – Depression… Depression and I nearly had a fling last spring; first time we met she tried to cripple me, I can’t stand this chick.
Is it me or does anyone else notice the elephant in the room?
Yeah, I fell deep for Depression and I still got feelings for Anxiety but my girl 3:00 a.m. got me sitting here facing my demons.
Who hears the silent cries? Do we notice the tears on eyes that are dry? Are cries for help worth screaming? Where are the outcries for mental health? Suicide is real, point blank period end of story; yet we need to keep the story going… I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room.
Did you know your wireless cell phone line doubles as a lifeline? Call or text somebody today. When is the last time you’ve checked on the mental well-being of a friend? A simple “How are you doing?” may be the reason they’re still breathing.
Have you ever stopped to think “What does mental health look like?” The ugly truth is: “EVERYONE IS SUFFERING” with something, it could be me or it could be you.
Why do we wear the mask, to hide the ugly parts in life? The ugly truth is: “YOU’RE NOT ALONE,” millions are wearing the mask, just like you. And it’s sad ‘cause the stigma of seeking mental health help has permanently scarred the beautiful.
–@StevieStreets #mentalhealthawareness #poem | 3:00 a.m. Rendezvouses
You may rise above thought
or you may drown in sorrows
You may enjoy the presence of today
or be consumed by the yesterdays and tomorrows
Anxiousness is like fighting the waves,
stillness is like learning to float
Meditation is the art of surfing brain waves,
anger is the madness that rocks the boat
You must learn to cope with anger:
you must master the art of removing the antigens of worry and fear;
you must become the curator of the mental images exhibited in your mental space
You must learn to disengage from dysfunction:
you must master the art of nothingness;
you must learn to free yourself from your mind,
you must learn to draw upon emptiness to open your mind,
you must learn to clear your mind, to illuminate a better mental space
You must learn to surrender:
you must understand, surrendering does not mean the absence of action;
to totally surrender is to become non-resistant to all that is in the moment
You must learn to find peace through acceptance:
you must understand, acceptance does not mean the presence of agreement;
to totally accept is to be fully aware of all that is in the moment
You must learn to master your emotions
Emotional Intelligence is like a bridge over troubled waters
Worry. Anger. Fear:
they are the toxins of thought,
the ethos of high anxiety,
the wellsprings of displaced emotions
Letting your thoughts drift towards worry, anger, and fear is like throwing stones at troubled waters
Worrying disables your well-being;
you must learn to let the things you can’t control lift you like a kite in the wind
When you learn to go with the flow,
you’ll begin to understand the kite defies gravity by accepting the push of the wind
Enlightenment is a process,
the teacher was once the beginner
You may be consumed by fear
or you may be consumed by freedom;
same pool, different swimmer
–@StevieStreets #stilllife #perspectives | Same Pool, Different Swimmer
Getting back to home…
returning to peacefulness,
quieting the noise.
–@StevieStreets #queitude | Quieting The Noise
Learn to calm the noise
and protect your sanity;
enjoy the silence.