Archive | November 2016

Addressing the Elephant in the Room

Whether you’re from the United States of America, or any other country in this world, it’s no secret why many of my friends and acquaintances who live in this country or any others flooded the social media websites with nothing but disgust, fear, anxiety, and sorrow.  I am not going to discuss politics or my opinion on the newly elected President of the United States, I am here to be there for anyone that is having great anxiety and depression due to this latest update in U.S. history.  The first thing I noticed when I logged onto all of my social media accounts was; hate, hate, hate, hate, and nothing but hate and anger.  I understand that can be one’s first reaction when it’s not the outcome you want and no longer feel safe.  However, as a country, we must stay strong and be there for each other and keep up the support.  So, to anyone is feeling very down today, please try to stay calm and have faith in whichever deity you believe in and the universe itself and the natural karma that comes from it.  I love you all and stay strong!

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Love and unicorn kisses, Amber,

Not My Name, A Poem

Hello, everyone, or just one, or my imaginary friend, Amethyst!  So blogging is a lot harder than I thought it would be.  A lot of this has to do with my lack of energy and estranged relationship with electronics.  I’ve had so many thoughts swarming in my head lately so I thought I would give this mental illness blog thing another chance!  I thought I would start off with sharing a poem I wrote recently during times of deep sorrow.  I hope some of you beautiful people can find some connection with this piece…so here goes!

Not My Name

by: Amber V.

I am not quiet

I am not white

Don’t believe what you see with your sight

The clouds are not pillows and the sky is not an ocean

So why judge me on such a weak notion?

Do you believe in rudeness?

Do you believe in crudeness?

You must believe from the way you perceive

From where I’m standing I see someone weak with scare

So how could you know me?

How could you even dare?

Hope you felt something from it, whatever that something may be.

Amber xoxo,