Words We Share
Blue Hour Mind Community Post Board
Welcome to Words We Share! Blue Hour Mind's Community Post Board.
This is the space where the power of storytelling and written expression brings us together. Here, you’ll find personal stories, poetry, reflections, and thoughts shared by members of our community. Each submission, whether big or small, is a reflection of a unique journey and the healing that comes from connecting through words. We celebrate the courage it takes to share your voice and invite you to explore, connect, and be inspired by the stories shared here
The Pieces We Gather - Maya S.
Healing, I ’ve learned, isn’t about becoming whole again—it’s about learning to hold the broken pieces with love. I spent years searching for the person I was before,
Learning to Hold my own Hand - Elise R.
For years, I waited for someone to save me. To see me struggling, to reach out, to pull me from the wreckage. But healing doesn’t work like that. No one can climb into my mind and rewrite the stories I tell myself. No one can give me permission to rest, to forgive, to grow. I have to do that.
Echoes of Who I Was - Jordan L.
I hear the echoes of who I was in the songs I skip in the places I avoid
Storms Don't Last Forever - Ava T.
Thunder rattled the walls, and I curled into myself, convinced the storm would swallow me whole. But then, morning came. The world was still wet, but the sky had softened, streaked with gold.
Kindness of Strangers - Luis M.
I was sittin alone in a coffee shop, staring at my hands, feeling like the walls were closing in. I don’t know what gave me away ...
First time I Felt Safe - Daniel K.
I spent years mistaking silence for safety. If I stayed small enough, quiet enough, maybe nothing would hurt me. But safety isn’t the absence of harm
Featured Submissions
March 2025
Anon - Community Member
'Unravel'
I am not what happened to me,
but the way I learned to survive.
Each scar, a thread unwoven,
each breath, a stitch revived.
I gather the pieces, soft and worn,
lay them beneath the sun
not broken, not lost, just waiting,
to be seen by someone.
Jeremy - Community Member
'Growing up'
As a kid, I spent hours on the rope swing tied to my grandmother’s old oak tree, feet kicking toward the sky. Then one summer, a storm split the tree in half. I stood there, staring at the wreckage, heartbroken.
"Things don’t stop growing just because they break," my grandmother said. "They just grow differently."
Years later, the tree was still there—half gone, but still standing. Still reaching for the sky
Tim - Community Member
'Why I Choose Recovery'
I used to wear my pain like an old jacket. Heavy, familiar, something I thought I couldn’t take off. Healing meant stepping into the unknown, and for a while, I convinced myself that the weight was safer than the fall.
But one day, I loosened my grip. Just enough to let in a little light. Just enough to wonder what it might feel like to be free.
So I choose recovery. Not because I have to, but because I can. Because life isn’t meant to be carried—it’s meant to be lived.
Share Yours!
What's on your mind?
Your words have power—not just to inspire others, but to bring clarity, healing, and connection to your own journey. Whether it's a personal story, a poem, or a simple reflection, sharing can be a meaningful way to process and express what’s inside. Add your voice to Words We Share and be part of a community that listens, understands, and grows together.
