Lydia Rees

The world changed when COVID 19 made its rounds, starting in 2019 and then completely taking over 2020. What started in China soon spread everywhere across the world, affecting families, businesses, individuals and so forth. The world came to a complete standstill and we face each day knowing that years from now, this pandemic we are currently in, will be in history books. I remember first hearing about this virus going around in early March, it started out with some shared posts on social media buy my international friends, and quickly reached the ears of those in Australia. In just a blink of an eye, our nation began panic buying. Toilet paper became the center of attention, fistfights and loud verbal arguments being posted up onto social media. People turned into animals, the fight for survival. The panic buying continued to the point where shelves were now stripped of canned foods, pasta, rice, noodles and so forth. Only a month ago, this same nation outstretched their arms to th

"Cheating On Me" Written and Published by Lydia Rees The 'i love you' that is texted through to my phone sounds different. Empty. It sounds like a jumbled arrangement of characters on your keyboard, thoughtlessly ensembled and deceivingly sent. Ding, my phone tells me I have received a message from "My lover". No more do you insist on having your lover by your side to tell your secrets to or to confide in. I see more excitement in your face when you're ordering food in drive-thru than when you're looking at me. You hold my hand but no longer as an embrace but more so as a routine. Delayed and postponed plans turn into canceled plans but I  guess somewhere in my mind, I was happier when you canceled our plans because you no longer make any plans. You're busy, you're working, you're sick, you're tired but you're also lying. And I nod my head in agreement just to keep you satisfied, the same way I nod my head when you want h

It's no secret that we have all found ourselves in a dark space. in the middle of a situation completely out of our control and little to no way of getting out. trust me when I say I have witnessed first hand what is like to see suicide as a way out. I will not discriminate those we have lost to suicide by calling it an "easy way out" but that's how many people see it as. not strong enough to handle our problem. Young and with a heart freshly torn out of my chest, it hard to not let the cloud cover up any ray of sunshine. All the reasons to live have now been covered by confusion and insecurities. The feelings of not being good enough are so quick to dance around in your heard. It breaks my heart over and over again to think about my younger self who was so sure that taking my life was the only way for the pain to disappear. I remember sitting in my room with a love letter to my friends and family firmly pressed in my palm. Crying never-ending tears thinking about w