Changing Names

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Good day, all. As we observe the month of mental health awareness, I have written a poem that represents one of the many triggers I have for my own mental health issues. This topic is of such great importance not only to me, but to the world as a whole. Whether you are affected personal by mental health issues or not, you probably know someone who is.

The sad truth is, you may not even know that they are dealing with this silent illness. Society as a whole is to blame for this deception, as it has long been a taboo subject that was better kept quiet. I admit, I too lived under these guidelines. I was taught from a young age that keeping your personal issues to yourself was just how things were done. If I expressed my problems or thoughts, I was being overly sensitive. Unfortunately, this was also the mentality that I was given when I was raped, not once, but four times in my lifetime. Three of these assaults were by people who were supposed to be my protectors. I believe today, as I battle the results of this and other abuses, that the societal mentality was taught this way not to protect those suffering, but the abusers that caused the suffering to begin with. 

It has taken me many years to come to this realization, and I hope that my story will help others realize that they are not alone. Please, don’t stay silent. Do not hide from your mental health battles, because you are not alone in your fight. Throughout this month and all year long, I will be sending out love and hugs for all of you. Especially those of you fighting this silent battle. You Are Not Alone. I See You. It Is Okay To Not Be Okay. 

As always, inspire to be inspired and never stop showing your true self to the world. You are beautiful and it is your time to slay.

Changing Names

You took my innocence…

left it in pieces on the floor.

You shattered my childish dreams…

left my confidence cowering behind the door.

My safety net was gone,

put away like a schoolgirl game.

You changed my destiny,

a victim is what I became.

Hiding behind my tough facade,

retreating within blankets of despair.

The desire to live…fleeting,

while my mask indicated I didn’t care.

I’ve grown tired of hiding,

of carrying this shame.

It’s time to reinvent myself,

time to carry another name.

No longer will I be a victim,

hiding and cowering this way.

I have become a survivor,

and it is my time to slay.

5 thoughts on “Changing Names”

      1. You are, as ever, most welcome!! 🙂
        Thank you. There are signs we might emerge from lockdown at the end of the month, so, I am staying hopeful 😉

        1. That is wonderful news. Keeping my fingers crossed that all goes well. They are saying that the restrictions here will be lifted in a couple of weeks. Though, unfortunately, they haven’t adhered to these restrictions as much as I think they should…but that’s a different topic. I am crossing my fingers that the decline here will continue. Positivity in the face of the negative is going to be my motto for the next month or two.

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