Work hard till the doors of your car open vertically.

Last night I checked my snapchat stories and I found story of a girl saying that "she cheated on her boy friend and he found out and killed him self and she's crying and cursing herself now."

Sitting at the beach by yourself listening to the waves and writing poetry crashing and thinking about everything happening in your life... I think this is my life purpose A walk on the beach is how I

I broke my back carrying the weight of this duniya (world) Love broke me, Hate shattered me, Depression numbed me, And anxiety ignited my end. How naive of my soul, to burden it so heavily? When I turned

The Creator of the universe longs for a relationship with you. Think about that for a second. He breaks you to build you. Deprives you to give you. This pain in your heart was created To make you yearn

The conversation about mental health is never over. People are still struggling. Let them know their voice matters and help is an option.Mental health is so looked over in this day and age. It's real and

. he was a sad boy that only wrote his poetry in the sand where no one else but the sea could take his words away " We drink Love's Poison.... in one breathe cursing the illness we so desperately

When I was 12 I was still very religious and this one event is the thing that made me start questioning my belief. Once I was at church, I went to Pentecostal church were people would around screaming