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Dear Fallen Angel, I’m Margot Emmeline, the poet behind Hope. Not Less. My poetry chronicles my depression journey through darkness to light.
Twelve years it took to conquer Hell– wrangling my demons of Depression, Anxiety, ADHD, and OCD.
Now that you’ve found me, you have one shadow on your side.
I offer you my wisdom through my poetry– to empower you to heal your emotions, live more wisely, and Choose Hope. Not less.
We, The Hopeless, are working diligently underground to heal our souls and earn our wings.
We will teach our demons love, make a garden from a grave, and break till we’re unbreakable.
Please rest, regenerate– then, we rise.
My broken heart to yours, M.E.
Teasers
1) Free sampler of my poetry book
3 Exclusive Poems
The Fallen
“To all the fallen,
you’re not alone.
Reach your hand out in the darkness.
I’ll guide you home.”
Get Free Poems: Go to How Angels Pray
2) The “how to” counterpart of my poetry book
3 Exclusive Poems | $10
Primordial Memory
“We are keepers of the night.”
Every Demon Was First Damned
“You must lean into the sword
Let it impale you inch by inch
Embrace the demon holding its hilt
and kiss away its tears.”
Go to How to: Craft a Patchwork Hope
3) My poetry book
Hope Survives
Pharaoh
Purpose, Depression Story, Ethos +
You were taught algebraic equations to problems you’ll never have, but not emotional intelligence.
We’re slipping through the cracks of our phone screens as the world burns and generational pain culminates in a mental health pandemic :
The charm of being human in the digital age.
This stops with us.
After more than a decade of experience wrangling my demons, I offer you my hard earned wisdom through my poetry, to help you see hope in your hopelessness.
My mother’s name is Mona Lisa. It wouldn’t have taken much to lose my smile.
So the end of the world sufficed.
At twelve years old, my parent’s divorce felt like my family was murdered. Sadness grew a life of its own, threatening mine. I was thrust into a world of paradox.
They vowed forever– forever ended. I prayed, faithful I’d receive– God lied. I had two halves– that didn’t make a whole. Truth wasn’t true. My family, my God, and my religion were in ruins.
And it seemed hope was lost. It was a decade before I found it, waiting loyally in my hopelessness– the final paradox.
If hope is lost to you, let me save you some time and pain.
After becoming a child warrior against mental illness, I can tell you: the dark you run from holds exactly what you’re looking for, your enemy is your ally, and the only way out is in.
Right this way.
⚠️Trigger Warning: Mentions of Suicidal Feelings⚠️
On Loving Demons, Exemplified by Suicidal Feelings:
My suicidality is one of my most painful and deadly feelings, second only to the monumental mourning that leads me to it. I have many feelings about my suicidal feelings; I fear them, I hate them, I’m ashamed of them. I wish I could decimate them.
But I can’t. My feelings are part of me; if I attack them, I bleed. Within oneself, love is the only weapon.
We often villainize negative feelings like suicidality, and conceive of ourselves as their victim. But to believe this is to open fire on oneself.
If we instead see the hurtful feeling as hurt, and see ourselves as the parent, then we have a constructive path forward.
We can track our demons in the dark of our mind, all the way to their lonely lair. When they rip us limb from limb, we can say,
“And,
I’m gonna love you anyway.”
Like this– demon by demon, negative feeling by negative feeling, mental illness by mental illness– you dissolve each condition for your self love. You do not abandon your being when it is in the most pain. You stand by yourself– nourishing and raising up another ugly truth or brutish feeling into something better: an ally to your wellbeing.
: Break bread with your demons,
love them like your children,
until there are no enemies inside you.
Poetry as Healing by Proxy
Poetry can help you feel and release emotions you didn’t know how to broach. By tailing my journey into darkness and back out, I hope to give readers practice embracing, transforming, and transcending their pain by proxy.
When your brain witnesses a story, it runs a first person experience of it. So as each poem empathically stirs readers, they can find themselves taken farther along an emotional path of resolution than they had yet managed alone.
I will meet you where you’re at, in the dark. We will go farther into the heart of your darkness together. There, I will show you the trail I took back to light.