The-Creative-Artist

In the vast silence of the snow, a lone figure stands defiant, A monument of resilience, not easily vanquished. The winter's savage breath and frost, conspire in a whirlwind, menacing his existence, yet he stands tall, unswerving. The piercing cold, like uncertainties, that lurk and latch, The squalls, like destiny's cruel shifts, that thrust and challenge us. Yet amidst the tempest's ruthless bite, the soul battles to witness another day, For within this icy instant, grim and grave, the human essence blazes with yearning. To outlive the gale, to ascend and not falter, To brave the nature's wrath, to rise and not waver, In a duel with fate’s relentless mire Thus, the silhouette persists, steadfast and valiant, a signal of fortitude, existence's value to defend. Against all adversity, a trail they etch and shape, at the heart of the snowstorm, they stand unyielding, For existence is the squall, and we are the blaze, wavering, indeed, but persisting all the same. And akin to the

As expected at Shadow Falls High, freshman student Enya Hathway had her nose buried in a mountain of books in the library. However, today, she was reading to distract herself from her silently enduring anguish. Outside her friends group, others didn't know she had a myriad of mental illnesses. One of the worst was she felt highly depressed right now. She'd attempted talking to her psychiatrist a few days ago concerning how she felt with no success. She had requested a meds change, and the doctor just told her to change her mindset and make a friend.  It infuriated both her and her mother that the psychiatrist would be so dismissive. Particularly when Enya told her that she'd been waking up crying for weeks or how far down in the hole she was. Enya wondered why no one listened to individuals in crisis—or just listened in general, to be honest. She loathed the generalized statements therapists seemed to make or failed to realize their clients weren't all cut from the same cloth.  Enya