Well… That was different…
My nightmares usually consist of post apocalyptic times always with a lot of running and fighting. Sometimes hostage situations of just myself, sometimes loved ones or a combination. Last night, I was surrounded by people who care about me. No matter what I said or did no one could hear me and though it felt …
Hurricane
Have you ever heard a song and felt it in your bones? How could this complete stranger understand exactly what I am feeling? Yet, those closest to me can not. One of the problems of being someone trapped in survival mode for nearly two decades, is time and time again people remind you the only …
Suffocating and Surviving
Maybe I don't know who I am or what I'm doing but I am trying to figure it all out. I lost a part of myself I was told I wasn't allowed to be, leaving me hollow chasing a feeling I couldn't imagine to be real. A life I never felt I deserved. I fantasized …
I’m Tired
I don't remember the last time when I spoke the words "I'm tired," and that was all I meant. Whether it was to someone or to myself. I'm tired has replaced I'm okay, I'm all right, I'm fine which often was retorted with, "Are you sure?" Sometimes followed with unsolicited advice which honestly was never …
Is there a difference between being supportive and understanding?
The short answer? Hell yes. There is a difference between being supportive and understanding. Someone can tell you they support you and even mean what they say without putting forth much effort into understanding where you are coming from. The problem which lies in this is without the understanding of your dreams, goals, trauma, illness …
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Memes of my brain
Endure. Survive. Endure.
Endure. Survive. Endure. I looked at the ground, my heart broke. It took a deep breath in and tried to retain all the pieces it seemed to be in now. It didn’t. It couldn’t but be damned it still tried. Sometimes in life you are sitting still as the world rushes by you. Others, you …
Archive: The joy of a sleepy child
I rock my son in my arms as if we were listening to a sweet melody. His cries bounce of the wall begging for me not to coax him into sleeping. He loathes napping and bedtime as if I were kicking his favorite little puppy. He whines, pleading that I stop trying to make him …
Archive: Conversations about writing with youthful ears
Conversation with a small group of youthful ears. “You only know you’ve truly loved someone by the hole it leaves in your heart when they are gone.” I was standing in front of a small group of youthful ears answering questions about how and why I chose to write. I said, “I didn’t choose to …
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