Untitled #2 by Alexis Mitchell

I must think I’m some sort of magician, and I can make the things I feel disappear in hopes of bringing something more positive and uplifting to the forefront of my mind. But honestly, preaching self-care, reading or writing affirmations, and throwing on a face mask while binge-watching my favorite reality tv shows is not changing shit. These are all just temporary fixes— and I know that. Yet it’s so much easier for me to perform a quick pick-me-up and think I’ll wake up the following day happier, but I won’t. I know that. I know that. I know that. So maybe I need to start ripping bandaids, allowing myself to bleed, and know that being completely, fully, entirely honest begins with me. And maybe once I do this, I can gather the courage to express to others why I gave myself a bandaid for the wounds they’ve inflicted.


“This was trashed because it was another one of my “in my notes word vomiting vent sessions.” I was angry at myself, and writing has always been my outlet for my emotions. The thoughts expressed here are scattered, fragmented, and run-on-sentence-ish. I would never take the content below seriously enough for publication unless I were to tweak and edit it into what feels more formal or ‘perfect’.”

Alexis Mitchell (she/her) is an English teacher, author, and poet from New York. She began her writing journey at eight years old—from diaries with a lock and key to journals or random scribbles, writing has remained at the core of her existence. As of 2022, she has published 4 poetry collections: I Write, Therefore I AmI Write Therefore I Am: Exposed, Hope Chest, and The Attic. Aside from teaching and writing, Alexis Mitchell can be found with her nose in a book or spending time with friends and family. To connect with the author, Alexis Mitchell can be found on Instagram @_lexmwrites.

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