It’s been a while and I’m just about running out of excuses. It’s time to take away the obligation and guilt of having the worst procrastination in the world of not being something or someone by now. I’m focusing on me for a change. I don’t want to spend my life proving myself to the... 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 →
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 →
Today, I Can’t Deal… but, Tomorrow?
Something I learned: Depression doesn’t just go away. Deep sadness lies within each and every one of us, but is only activated in those facing a great deal of struggle or struggles. It can be a mixture of things, some of which are unknown to the one experiencing it in the first place. You... Continue Reading →
WAR
These next few months are going to be brutal. The reminder is constant. Yet, the call to action is inconsistent. This struggle is gnawing at me. My survival skills are weakening. I am weakening. My train of thought. My motivation. My happy spirit. They are all failing. My emotions are out of control. Although, you cannot... 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 →
One wish . . .
If I could have anything in the world . . . wish for that one thing . . . It would not be to have something . . . possess something . . . be famous . . . be rich . . . Depending on who you are and what you believe in, it... Continue Reading →
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