astera.poetry

just because i get upand go to work every daydoes not mean i am copingjust because i laughand smile and make jokesdoes not mean i am copingjust… Read more “doing is not coping”

I wake up and go for a shower and wash my hair and cleanse my face and put a hair mask on and exfoliate and shave my… Read more “sunday morning routine”

I am beginningto wonderwhat is the pointin livingwhen I do notcontribute anythingto this world.

“So how are you feeling?” It is a new week, a new session and Amy is once again mirroring me. We are not sat cross-legged this time.… Read more “adventures in therapy part 4”

Maybe I am a terrible person Maybe I have spent so long avoiding my problems that I failed to realise that I am the problem and now… Read more “is there such a thing as a “good person” anyway?”

That night, I barely slept. Too many memories turning into too many nightmares that haunted me until the sun peaked over the horizon. I dragged myself to… Read more “adventures in therapy part 3”

At some point recently, the switch flipped and everything illuminated. It hit me as I was driving home; I have cut away the toxicity and now only… Read more “youth youth by young”

Step one in my new life:starting my new job.I arrived half an hour early(because on time is late)dressed in my smartest clothesand a cheery expression painted on… Read more “it’s been a long day”

If I asked my friends to describe me in one word, there is a high chance that they would choose “affectionate” (or maybe “stubborn” if you’re Rosie).… Read more “friendship is magic”

It was meant to be the day. I was going to step foot in the city it all happened, the city where my heart and bones and… Read more “claiming space”