Boulevard of Broken Words

  Do Tell Me By: Megan I lay alone, yet again, waiting for someone to respond. My heart is crushed when all I get is an email from a subscription I don’t even want. I feel lost and confused. “Why isn’t anyone texting back?” “Am I not cool enough for them?” “Is it not worth it to them?” My body craves validation and soaks it up in any way possible. At the end of a long day, all I want to hear is “Megan, you’re really funny.” Or “Megan, I enjoyed talking to you today.” Anything, really, would work. But instead I get silence. I get waves of emotions flooding my core. I get paralyzing fear that “maybe they don’t like me anymore.” Feeling more worthless by the minute. My anxiety picks up on a rampage. “I’m not good enough.” “I’m not smart enough.” “I’m not pretty enough.” It’s funny because during the day I am on a high. “I am beautiful!” “I am the best person to ever exist!” “I am freaking hot and gorgeous,  everyone is gonna fall for me!” But at night… At night, the script is fli...

OK To Be Okay By: Megan The endless mind she has is always ticking. Thinking of something else it needs to do or be. Thinking of other ways to reach a goal that seems too far away. It has been on overdrive all of its life. She wonders what it would be like to take a break. But she is not okay so it doesn’t stop. Thinking “what would happen if I become okay?” “Will I be less interesting or less fun?” “Will people like me the same or will they leave like before?”  She does not think it is okay to be okay. Because she has never been okay. It has become her identity. But being okay is okay. People might even like her more. And she would be happy and free. She would sail over the clouds with her confidence and take on the lions staring her down. The scary thoughts make everything seem impossible. The end is near, but out of reach. She is constantly trying, all the while, everyone reminds her that they like her more when she is not okay. She wonders if she will ever escape the misery, an...