Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

I have been following Dr. K of Healthy Gamer GG for quite some time now through his Twitch and YouTube videos, and I am happy to say that I will be starting to explore mental health through Healthy Gamer GG and his coaching program.

The program consists of a series of modules from Dr. K that reminds me of skill progression trees out of an RPG where you gain skills and knowledge in the areas of Meditation, Anxiety, and Depression.

In addition to these modules, I will also be paired with a coach for 1 on 1 coaching, though there are also options for group coaching or just doing the self-guided portion working through the modules.

I am excited to start this program and sharing my learnings and growth throughout the experience!

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An original poem

A lighthouse on a cliffside by the ocean on a star speckled night
Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

A lazy cloud floats upon the darkened sea,
a wisp-like boat intercepting lighthouse gaze,
turning floodlights to lifeless candles,
lulling sailors to gloaming haze.

Sailors fumble through mastered knots,
as salted heads begin to nod.
Struggling with what they’ve mastered not:
the siren song silences sound thought.

Lighthouse blackens,
as eyelids touch.

The roaring winds,
now a hush.

Crashing waves,
begin to cradle.

Sailors slump away -
a night near-fatal.

Succumbing

to the Ocean’s Lullaby.

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For hands and throats seeking warmth

A small teacup with steam radiating from it
Photo by John-Mark Smith on Unsplash

Teabags pithy tags:
I do not need your wise words;
please, just soothe my throat.

Coffee, smooth with cream,
awaken my sleeping mind,
fill veins with caffeine

Cocoa on Snow day,
let ungloved hands regain warmth.
Make numbness recede.

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A simple stick, from two perspectives

Photo by Cristian Escobar on Unsplash

A naked stick lies on the edge of grass and brick
divots where there once were knobs.
Tiny scratches lined the slender light wood,
crafted for magical mimicry.
To point,
to swish and flick
within soft, fat-fingered hands.

But now it sits, listening to crackles
as large, calloused hands gather more of its kind.
Not with the care of fat fingers,
but with indifference.
These sticks that thought themselves wands
find themselves — forged — in cremation flame.

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Jared Butler

Jared Butler

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Writer and Engineer Nerd about Tech Philosophy, Psychology, Finance, and Economics Looking to grow an audience!