Mental Health Corner: How My Sexual Orientation Has Influenced My Mental Health ?

Dear Strangers of Internet, In honor of Pride month, I wanted to start a series of posts talking about the LGBTQ+ Community. It would be a place where I could celebrate some awesome individuals who are helping our comminuty or talk about various topics. While I’m passionate about it, this is a subject I never … More Mental Health Corner: How My Sexual Orientation Has Influenced My Mental Health ?

A Letter To You: Dear Stranger, I Met Someone Last Night…

[A Letter To You… Is a serie of letters wrote by a fictionnal characters (from my imagination) who’s processing things. In therapy, the characters learn that writing letters to people is a thing they have to do in order to move on.]   “Dear Stranger, I met someone last night. The very few friends who knows … More A Letter To You: Dear Stranger, I Met Someone Last Night…

A Letter To You: Dear Stranger… Maybe one day, we’ll meet again.

View this post on Instagram Maybe one day, we'll meet again. Imagine having a date in a french café on a rainy day. ▪ #edits credits 📷: @__philophobiaa ▪ #photograph #words #feelings #brokenheart #regram #poem #writersofinstagram #poetry #writer #chroniclesofcasey #art #love #montmartre #simplethingsmadebeautiful #instamood #instaart #lgbtq #lgbtcommunity #words #coffeelover #loveletters #relationship #paris #author #community #writing … More A Letter To You: Dear Stranger… Maybe one day, we’ll meet again.

Travel With A Stranger: Exploring A Black Sand Beach In Reunion Island.

  Dear Strangers of Internet, On today’s ‘Travel With A Stranger’, I wanted to talk about what I think the best part of travelling is and what it taught me. To me, the best part of it is to be able to explore and to discover new things whenever you change your perspective. It’s been … More Travel With A Stranger: Exploring A Black Sand Beach In Reunion Island.

Hiding In My Poetry: Recovery.

“Someday, I’ll run out of space on the canva to paint you in colors. All of you will become black and white memories stuck somewhere deep inside of me. I won’t feel sad anymore. But today, I’m trying to process everything. I’m still in recovery.” This is K, signing off.