Wretched Toxicity: The Purge

You know that urgent sense of heaviness that consumes your body right before you're about to purge the emotions that you have so desperately been clinging onto? Your throat tightens, you feel this lump and you can't swallow, can't push it down, it just sits there, stagnant, waiting for you to let it all out.… Continue reading Wretched Toxicity: The Purge

Processing Grief

Forgive me if I'm quiet and don't have much to say. My heart hurts a little extra today. The sun came up and all I wanted to do was cover myself back up and hide underneath the covers. I'd rather be alone while my weary soul feels smothered by sadness; while my grief-stricken bones ache… Continue reading Processing Grief