poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
*TW-self-harm/suicide I have a memory of my Mother grabbing hold of my wrist, a look of horror painted across her face, a distant scream, "How could you possibly do this?!" I have a faint memory, yet one so vivid at its best, of my father with tears in his eyes, a look of confusion, a… Continue reading Music Box Memories
"It's time to start letting go," said Alice, "to become someone new, someone more true to who you really are. She's been there all along, buried underneath all the toxic sludge. Dig, darling. Let her breathe again. Let her feel something again. Out with the old, in with the new. Do whatever you've got to… Continue reading till death
Don’t get me wrong…it sucks that I am where I am; that I feel how I feel; that I can’t give you what you need. It sucks. But what am I supposed to do? Sacrifice my needs in order to bring you peace? I refuse to deplete my energy and my sanity for any man.… Continue reading Pleasantly & Proudly Selfish
*written in January 2022: two months after break up and discovering the infidelity of it all* He's going through a mid-life crisis that you wouldn't be able to handle because you've got responsibilities, a kid. And your sobriety and sanity needs to stay in tact for all of that. Think about it. He's going through… Continue reading intuition says…
Unraveling my soul 