Andrea Gibson

spoken word artist.
So, I spent the morning at the White House with the 2014 National Student Poets and First Lady Michelle Obama.  Pretty great day so far. :)

So, I spent the morning at the White House with the 2014 National Student Poets and First Lady Michelle Obama. Pretty great day so far. :)

So, I spent the morning at the White House with the 2014 National Student Poets and First Lady Michelle Obama.  Pretty great day so far.  :)

So, I spent the morning at the White House with the 2014 National Student Poets and First Lady Michelle Obama. Pretty great day so far. :)

CONTACT Podcast: Andrea Gibson, Kelsey Gibb, Stay Here With Me

Check out this podcast that Kelsey Gibb and I did about Stay Here With Me, and music, and hugging!

dear little andrea,
i know right now they’re telling you jesus walked on water. i want you to know that no matter what you grow up to believe you will never try to wrestle a miracle away from anyone’s reason to live, and you will full heartedly believe the air that you breathe is a miracle, and you won’t settle for poking holes in the lid, even when you want to die, you’ll suddenly notice you’re wearing a seatbelt on your way to the cliff, and you’ll start laughing just in time.


Finally started writing a letter to my younger self for the “Note to Self” project. Check it out: http://yournotetoself.tumblr.com/

If you didn’t hear last week, I’m headed to Europe! Starting Oct. 3rd I’ll be making my way through Sweden and ending with a show in London. All the info can be found here: andreagibson.org/shows

If you didn’t hear last week, I’m headed to Europe! Starting Oct. 3rd I’ll be making my way through Sweden and ending with a show in London. All the info can be found here: andreagibson.org/shows

I was just married 

to knowing 

the breakdown 

can trampoline the bouncing back.

Call my ring finger 

whatever I use 

to flip off the shame.

I am always a groom 

with a heavy heavy heart

learning to pull my own weight 

without wishing 

i weigh less than i do.

BRAVE is a hand me down suit 

from TERRIFIED AS HELL.

Dress me in whatever 

will get me through the door 

of my heart.

Love is not the only closet 

I was told never to come out of.  

There was also the closet of Grief.  

The closet of Panic.  

The closet of Terror.  

The closet of Rage.  

There was also the closet of Awe and Want and Bliss.  

Every honest grit that we feel, 

the world will ask for a stencil instead, 

for the chatter of cordial manufactured polite.  

I want to jackknife out of that net.

my therapist says that we are all at any given time, doing our best, no matter what we’re doing. i struggle to believe that sometimes, but i always believe that the people who leave this world on purpose were trying like hell, trying their very very best, to stay. what fills me with grief is knowing how difficult the staying is, for so many. to understand that when the pain becomes unbearablethe choosing to leave has nothing at all to do with weakness. I lived so many days of my life struggling to want to stay alive. I have so many friends who have struggled to want to stay alive. friends struggling right now to want to stay alive. i have lost people i loved to the weight of the pain. most of us have. what i know is on my hardest days, when i did not want to continue living, the thing that comforted me the most was being reminded that other people were feeling what i was feeling. knowing i was not alone. i don’t know why, but that knowing, more times than not, was the thing that would carry me through. there is so much that can be done to shift our conversations (or lack thereof) around mental health/illness. i want to do more than what i’m doing right now. i want to do so much more. and i want to never ever again answer “fine” when someone asks me how i am. i am officially boycotting the word “fine.” Fuck “fine”. what a hoax that word is.