This life.Life.Life. Damn, life is hard, and confusing and beautiful.I walk into a room filled with angels and I am greeted by a demon embracing my life more fiercely than I ever could grasp.And it's got me, curled in its clutch like I'm longing to be held.I long and I long and I long.Yet, no … Continue reading This Life
I'd tell her to allow herself to feel it while she's going through it, and express that feeling, instead of burying it or dissociating through it all so it comes back later in often worse ways.I'd tell her that she is loved and deserves love.I'd tell her she is doing her very best and that … Continue reading I’d Tell Her
Why do I do this? Why do I write and keep writing? Why do I sit here each day and pour my heart out onto a page that seems to know me better, to get me more than the people I have spent a lifetime hiding from? Why do I put my heart into a string of … Continue reading Why do I do this? Why do I write and keep writing?