Pain is my Savior

I guess you can say I’m the girl with the love - hate relationship with the big P.  It’s always been my guardian angel . . . a fucking messed up one, in my opinion. Oh, it’s saved me from being quadriplegic and actually, it saved me from a few potential deaths throughout my 26... Continue Reading →

Lord, hear me.

There's no place to hide. Running isn't an option. The plate is fully loaded. Too much weight to carry. I can't deal. My mess, My individual pain, My own problems are pushed. I cannot take it anymore. It's not about me. Be brave. Be strong. Be stable. Weakening, that I am. I've got too much on my plate.... Continue Reading →

Reality Check 3

Hey all, here’s a reality check after nearly a month long silence. This may be a little long because  A. I have learned A LOT over the past year and the knowledge has been piling higher and higher,  and B. Life was definitely a bit rough with its’ endless amounts of challenges to overcome in... Continue Reading →

Story Time: About a Girl, Part 3

PART ONE & PART TWO why me.......... why me? Sitting in my room with the door closed.  Staring down at a piece of paper with questions and blank spaces and a mechanical pencil at hand.  Looking through the book for answers. I hate this.  The pain increases by the minute.  why must I suffer?  Sharpness... Continue Reading →

Story Time: About a Girl, Part 2

Click here for Part One. “She needs a neck brace.”“She will be fine without a neck brace.”“I demand you give her a neck brace, even if it’s just a soft collar!” A week finally passed and I was released to go home.  I remember it clearly . . . well, almost clearly . . . I... Continue Reading →

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