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To the Naysayers | Spoken Word Poetry | A short response to AuthorTube Drama

AnthezarFebruary 14, 2020February 14, 2020Leave a comment

In the which Anthy addresses some of the current AuthorTube drama with some spoken word poetry. Actually, this was a long time coming video. We all come across naysayers and the like, who are determined to tear us down one way or another.

Sometimes they’re strangers. Sometimes they’re friends. Sometimes they’re your own darn family.

And sometimes it’s your own inner voice.

Wherever they come, those naysayers need to hush up!

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Death of a Loved One

AnthezarNovember 23, 2019November 23, 20192 Comments

So, this is more of a serious rambling. Prepare yourself, my dear reader.

I was reading a Harry Potter fanfic – like I usually do. There was this scene between Harry and an understanding (mmm) adult, who tells Harry that he needs to accept/come to terms with Sirius’ death, his Godfather, by the end of summer.

Excuse me, sir.

What.

Da frick is that bull?!

I understand it’s a story that someone wrote for fun, but it was obviously not written by someone who understands the agony and pain that comes from the death of a loved one.

One does not ‘get over’ it by a certain designated timeline. We never get over it. Period. We continue to live and breathe, yes – and hopefully not inside a darkened well of crippling depression – but we are not all right with it. We are not fine. Trust me, we are lying to your face if we say we’re fine.

It’s a lie, a facade, a veneer, a mask.

It’s been 1,095 days, exactly three years to this day, since the passing of my dearest friend, my Mom. No, I’m not okay with it. I never have been; I never will be. Of course, I have a level of peace that comes with my faith in my religion. I know I will see her again. But such knowledge doesn’t eliminate the void of her absence.

Those of us who know of this pain we just have to keep carrying our broken hearts, anxiously waiting for the time when we’ll be reunited with loved ones who have passed on first.

Hang in there, my dearest readers.

Anthy

Chronic Illness | Mental Health and Depression | Spoken Word Poetry

AnthezarNovember 18, 2019December 20, 2019Leave a comment

It’s not exactly poetry, but oh well.

It’s hard to express what you’re going through when people dismiss you. I personally think there will never be enough light shed upon this topic, not when there are still people in this world who do not understand.

When you’re taking on a challenge like NaNoWriMo during a month that will always be hard on you, it can be easy to be cruel to yourself. I wasn’t doing well this past weekend. I was getting frustrated with myself, becoming mad at myself for suddenly being unable to function.

Old fears rose up.

A lot of this I wrote last year, when I came to the mental brick wall of not being able to function. I couldn’t write. I couldn’t make videos.

This year will be different. Here is my personal proof of that.

You’re not alone.