Danyelle Lewinson
Bio
A little about me..I am a writer, a poet and a person that loves good music. I am still working on my first book as well
Stories (15/0)
Letter to Myself
The hardest thing I had to write is staring me in the face. As ink hits the paper, my heart breaks. I'm starting with life as I knew it back then. I stood my ground then I crumbled. Had no one in my corner, and I couldn't fight my own battles. I didn't know what to do. I could never just be me. I was a gentle soul. I was always taken for granted, and always taken advantage of. I was weak in everyone's eyes. I should’ve known what I know now to be better. At times when I'm feeling like this, I wish my mom was here.
By Danyelle Lewinson6 years ago in Motivation
Drug Teens: A Memoir
“This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drown the whole world.” That is a line from “Story of a Girl” by 3 Doors Down. It comes in handy in this twisted, crooked, and crazy tale of a girl named Ashley Batali. This tale is a never ending tale of weird beginnings. So, our tale begins in a small town named Bear, Delaware. If you have a weak stomach or wish for a happy go lucky story close this book, put it down, and walk away. If not, let us begin this journey down memory lane.
By Danyelle Lewinson7 years ago in Psyche
Dear Father
What to say about my relationship with my father? For one, I can say it is a vicious cycle of ups and downs. It’s very toxic. Everything was okay until I was in high school. That’s when everything started going downhill. I was daddy’s little girl; never got in trouble and always hid from my mom behind him. We went to movies, and listened to music. We even played sports together. When I was about 17 my mom started getting sick. That’s when things started to change. Our relationship got worse. It was understandable with him running back and forth to appointments. I was also discovering who I was as a person. I just didn’t want to tell him.
By Danyelle Lewinson7 years ago in Families
Struggle
We all hear the saying don't judge until you walked in my shoes. My struggle has been a long one. I don't think anyone has seen my real struggle. Because the struggle is within me not just on the outside of me. It's the hardest thing; I must explain. Let's go back to 2006. This is where the struggle got super bad. I was in the position of trying to find my place and pushed into a place. I started drinking and cutting myself. I felt super crazy, depressed, and didn't know what to do. This was my first run in with a therapist. I started going when there was on at my high school. I felt like I was not making any progress, so I stopped going. I pulled away from everything I loved doing. Kept looking at my scars and thought I was ugly. I got teased because of my limp. I got teased because my hand doesn't work like everyone else's. I already had a hard time with my mom being sick. I just lost an uncle that year. My world was crashing in on me.
By Danyelle Lewinson7 years ago in Longevity
No Hate
So, I randomly clicked on a video on YouTube. It was a proposal video. A woman proposing to her longtime girlfriend. It was very sweet and very beautiful. Then I started to read the comments on the video and felt really disgusted by what these people said. I can't believe how close minded some people are. Those words hurt me a lot. I saw words like faggot, and dykes. One person even said, "We need more gas chambers."
By Danyelle Lewinson7 years ago in Humans