De'Ja Wilcher
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Party of One: Journey to Self Discovery
Solo? A solo trip insinuates that it has to be taken by oneself, but what if I need to smell the scent of someone else? What if I need to feel the warmth of another body embracing my own to comfort me in a possible time of an anxious breakdown. What if I go so long without speaking, the silence becomes piercing, and my voice cracks under pressure, from the lack of use, when I try to scream out for help? OR what if it would be like the last 10 months of my life, but, unlike the last 10 months of reality, I would actually be at a state of peace and serenity?
By De'Ja Wilcher3 years ago in Psyche
Higher
It seems everything in life is meant to humble us. We often say "that could never be me" or "I refuse to deal with this again". Until, once again, you find yourself in the middle of a puddle filled with your sorrow, and with wet eyes, you wonder, "how did I get here?" It's as if the greatest aspect that validates our humanity, we are too afraid or ashamed to fully embrace — emotion. At least the dark ones, that is. You know the kind? The kind of emotions that knock the wind out of your chest and causes your eyes to burn. The kind of emotions that make you feel as if you are in need of open heart surgery with an estimated recovery time of 'indefinitely'. You feel stuck. You feel broken. You feel foreign to even yourself because you start to forget who you were before this pain. It begins to engulf you like quick sand with no escape route in sight, but trust, it's there.
By De'Ja Wilcher4 years ago in Motivation
Worthless
Shawn always managed to find a way to regain his role as the puppet master in my life. I think I am taking two steps forward, and he makes it his duty to knock me 10 steps backwards. If my success and accolades are not directly due to him, he is not genuinely happy for me. He has to always have the last laugh, but this time, I have nothing more to lose. If it is a game he wants, then let's play, and I will happily make him star of the show.
By De'Ja Wilcher5 years ago in Criminal
For What It's Worth
I don't know how I ended up here. I was always the "good child", the child that every adult in the family would wish their kids took after. Although those type of accolades never made me feel any better because it made me the most hated amongst my cousins, I knew I had great potential to be somebody one day. It's ironic that trying to be somebody and do it the right way got me into this mess, and now I am not so sure there is an escape route. I have gone to sleep with wet eyes and wet thighs too many nights that I have honestly lost count, and if my mother knew that this is the life that I had resorted to, she would disown -- if not KILL me!
By De'Ja Wilcher7 years ago in Filthy