Two People: The Lonely Ones // Edvard Munch // 1899
i asked you for emotional support far too much to fix a broken girl like me.
sad, sullen emo dream. romanticizing endless depression. sadness consumes, so sadness i will be.
embodying suffering, in thinking and hollow thoughtlessness.
i thought if i behave in a way that makes me always victim, then i might be saved. if only i found a hero, or better yet, a hero found me, then chased me as i play hot and cold, just to test the brave ones resolve.
I am a crafty poetess and passionate speech-language pathologist, with a vision of healing and integration of the mind, body, and soul. My name is Maddy. I have had a deep longing for creative expression for as long as I can remember. I write to express my soul’s passion for mankind and appreciation for each individual’s unique gifts. I write to share my journey from fragmented and ego-driven, to aware and awake (and still growing)! I write to share insight from clinical experiences, to garner empathy and understanding for individuals impacted by communication disorders, as well as highlight the strengths each person has and the lessons they can teach us. I write because I long to explore, discover, grow, and share.
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