Mirror mirror on the wall

I stared into the steel rails and wooden grills of our Toronto subway tracks on my way home the other night. I thought, โ€œThese old subway tracks have so much meaning; it holds such substance from me, to you.โ€ Meaning also shifts as your life changes. In the recent 5 or 6 years, these tracks…

I miss me

This is pretty impromptu of me. This isn’t an actual post about anything. But I’m so alone right now. I’ve been suicidal again. I’m grieving…. About myself. I found this on reddit and I’m balling my eyes out now. I needed to share this for anyone who is grieving too. Bipolar isn’t just a moment…