Common Senses

Speak to me

Not select parts

That deem me ‘weak’

Hear me

When I speak

And when I say,

“I am okay”

It’s not a facade

To find peace

In the face of adversity

See me

Not my confines

But the living soul within

In a world where

There is no definitive definition

Open your eyes to possibility

Feel me

My heart beats

Just the same as yours


Your words

Before you speak

The unequivocal “cure”

Lay in the scope of society

And as the wheels go round

Life goes on

Please, Read This.

The news about Chester Bennington yesterday, really hit me hard. I feel this inclination to do something, anything at this point in time to help those who are suffering. Depression is real. Mental health issues can be so easily dismissed in the world we live in today. The pressures of society can sometimes feel too much to bear. It is easy to feel like we don’t belong. But I’m here to tell you… You do.


The past few years, I have been fighting depression. At first I didn’t even realize it was depression, to be quite honest. Doctors told me I was bi-polar. I hesitantly took to medication, and while I do believe that when you find the right  medication it can do wonders, the wrong medication can worsen things to an immeasurable degree.


This eventually led me to my first outpatient experience in therapy. The program taught me a lot and there was a noticeable difference in my overall demeanor. As soon as I felt on track again, I was eager to get back to my regular life. The problem is… that wasn’t the switch. The switch comes from within, and I was not there yet. I was not resuming the coping mechanisms I was taught and I was back to bottling up feelings. Sure enough, my problems resurfaced, even more intensely than the last time. I was admitted to the hospital because I couldn’t bear the feelings I felt, the life I lived… I was in agony. Feeling all too much and nothing, at the same time.


You may be wondering what was so bad in my life that made me feel this way. There is no answer to this question, because all in all, my life was pretty grand. There were and are so many blessings around me, and the difference between now and then, is that now I can see them. My ego created a story that led me to my own suffering, and if I let it, my own demise. I think one of the key things is to notice the separation between your ego and your being. The ego that’s creating all this pain and suffering within you, is not you. The ego that’s fighting you through the past and future, is not you. You, are right now.  If this sounds familiar to you, then maybe you have read The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. This book has inspired me in so many ways and has helped me work through my depression.


I am not saying that everyday I wake up feeling wonderful. I still have days (sometimes even a week or so) where I find myself sinking to that dark scary place again. But each time I am a little less scared. Sometimes I even carry a light with me. How? I guess you could say I found, the switch.


Here is a poem I wrote while I was hospitalized. This experience changed my life more than anyone will ever know. (Note: I do reference a nursery rhyme by John D Rockefeller in this poem called ‘A Wise Old Owl’. I do not claim that line to be my own, it was just a very significant quote that I incorporated in the midst of writing this poem.)

The Switch

Behind the fluff

The arts & crafts

Soul searching distraction

Time elapsed

The battle rages…  on

Behind watered down eyes

In unfamiliar places

Sharing your truths to unrecognized faces

Hear yourself say the words aloud

Voice trembles

Lip shakes

Tears dripping down your face

The battle rages… on

Behind cracked doors

When your mind gets quiet

And your own heartbeat – so loud

You can’t deny it

You hold the key

To the cage

Should you choose to release it

The battle rages… on

Behind every shadow

A story unfolds

And like “the wise old owl that lives in an oak”

You choose to listen

Listen without judgement

Nor with pity in your eyes

Listen with compassion

Open up your mind

There’s a lesson to be learned here

Nothing left to compromise

You look out your window and see cotton candy skies

The battle rages…

Take off your armor

Lay down your weapons

And stare the enemy straight in the eye –

Only to see your own reflection

You’re at war with yourself

Only you can decide

Can you find the will to survive?

The battle rages… off



Reliving this poem gives me a rush of emotion and suddenly I am back there again, but in a clearer and better state of my mind. While it pains me to see that I reached that point in my life, I realize that the experience was necessary and saved me from my ego. You should never be ashamed of asking for help. We are here on this earth to help one another. Trust me, I have spent much of my life relying on help due to my own physical challenges (but I’ll save that story for a future post). If you are going through a hard time, I hope this article helps you in some way. I truly believe this topic should be spoken about more, so I am doing my part. This isn’t an easy story to share but if this helps one person going through a hard time, I consider it entirely worth it.


Helpful Resources:


Crisis Text Line:

text ‘hello’ to 741741


National Suicide Hotline:



Trevor Project


or text ‘Trevor’ to 1-202-304-1200


Trans Life Line



Quote of the Day: “What a liberation to realize that the ‘voice in my head’ is not who I am. Who am I then? The one who sees that.” -Eckhart Tolle


Question of the Day: What is one thing you are grateful for?


Measure lengths

Of time and space

Bridge the gaps

Time elapse

The burden of knowing

I can hear Greed crowing

The connotation of ‘need’

The merciless feed

Insatiable means

Sacrificed identity

Buried next to originality

While Greed preys on the remaining parts of me
Bright screen

Dull reality

Utter Silence

Uttered words

Under her breath

Rise up in a cloud

Oh, look how they dance!

The letters jumbled

Her voice – mumbled

Figmented confidence; a distant echo in her head…
Disdainful eyes dart

The ‘clunk’ of her sunken heart

As it hits the bottom of her rib cage

Followed by a rush of regret

Trailing up her spine

Her jaw clenched.

Utter silence suits her best…

Inspiration Strikes

The past week or so…

My dreams were light

Almost blurry

Practically out of sight

Looking through foggy lenses

Leads one to restless nights

Until all of the sudden…


Inspiration strikes


I can’t tell you how it happened

Or how long it plans to stay

But I’ve learned time after time

It’s best to ride the wave

So when you’re feeling down

And your dreams are out of sight

Remember, when you least expect it…


Inspiration Strikes.


-Mena xx



So if you read my entries, you may have noticed that my past couple posts had a rather negative connotation… While I by no means, want to spread negative feelings onto others, I want this blog to be that of a diary… In life there will be storms and while I may not like those sad or unpleasant feelings that come along with it, I find that the way I get through it best is by expressing myself on paper (or in this case, through my laptop). I hope that those kinds of posts aren’t too off-putting.  I want this blog to be as raw as possible. I am still meandering my way through things and trying to figure out what I want this blog to be, but I hope you enjoy my posts through the happy times and the harder ones as well. This week I have felt so renewed and inspired, perhaps the new solar year partakes in that feeling. I hope you enjoy this quick little poem, and I look forward to sharing more with you!







One step forward




Welcoming distraction

In the silence we go flat

Tell me, what is it that keeps you up at night?

And in the middle of the darkness

Could we still produce some light?

And did you hear their words?

Curt sound, no emotion

Me, myself and I

We’re just going through the motions

Top of the Morning!

Wake up.



Get up from this cloud

Find the control…



Resembling that of a zombie,

As I move around.


Could it get any worse?

Angry muttering

Circumstances adverse

Tummy rumbles

Getting hungry…







Feeling Overwhelmed (Open Journal)

You know that time when life seems too much, and you have to remind yourself of the simplest of actions?

Inhale… Exhale…

And all of your responsibilities stack up, at the exact moment all odds seem to be against you…

Inhale… Exhale…

Tell me, why do I put this pressure on myself? When all I need to do is…

Inhale… Exhale…

Same old day. Same old time. Same old place. Same old…

Inhale… Exhale…

I’ve seen it all before, but for some strange reason it takes all my being to just…

Inhale… Exhale…

The standards up so high, if only I were a hot air balloon…

Inhale… Exhale…

But if I were a hot air balloon, chances are I’d fly far away from here…

Inhale… Exhale…

Forget about time and watch the world from above…

Inhale… Exhale…

What’s this? Clouds? My vision is hazy… I’ve forgotten how to…

Inhale… Exhale…

I just need to…

Inhale… Exhale…


It can’t be sunshine all the time.