In times of dread, artists must never remain silent. This is precisely when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That’s how civilizations heal. —— Toni Morrison Thank you for being with me. … Continue reading In Times of Dread
There are so many men and women out there during this pandemic, waiting, longing and eager to send their friends, partners and parents flowers. So they waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty and wonderful these people are. But they have to wait a little longer... Thank you for being with me. … Continue reading So Many…
Family stories: it’s a funny thing about life - we never understand, or at least it takes us so long to understand one another properly. I think it happens in all families: the vulnerable ones are the strong ones, the wounded ones are those who live most fearlessly, and the damaged ones are often those … Continue reading Family Stories
For the first time, I had something to lose. You drained me of my identity and injected self doubt into my veins. Left me questioning my own sanity. Walking around aimlessly. At war with my own body everyday. Trying to scrub your heavy words off my skin. My mental state has been shaken to its … Continue reading Surviving Trauma: Finding Myself
Until that day comes, however, know this: if you lose your job because of an illness, that’s OK. At the end of the day, your health is more important than any time clock, company or rude supervisor. Wear your firings and resignations as badges of honor. You’ve been through hell and back, and that’s your … Continue reading Know this…
I stopped dating men for the longest time because I feared them. Became one of them because of trauma. I can never blame myself for wanting to live. Thank you for being with me. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mind. Love, Francesca.
Depression And The World Of Stone By: Francesca Seopa Follow me, Oh dear friend, Through this ochre world. A world where no man's heart Beats for others. A world where no blood will warm your bodies; And has the personality of winter. A world where no patience exists, And promises aren't for keeping. … Continue reading Depression And The World Of Stone