I miss the way you made me feel safe. I wonder sometimes if that's what I'm looking for but never find.

Tonight is my last night in Elberton. How have I lived here for three years? How is it really time to move? This seemed to go on forever, but at the same time, I don't know where these years went ( Read more... )

I miss this. The clickity clack on the keyboard. The release of the words. The thoughts and feelings that come out and then can be released into the atmosphere. The feeling of things coming out and being different and changed and done ( Read more... )

1) You get sick. Sometimes the symptoms start easy, but whether they evolve or suddenly show up, there is a moment when you realize you're in trouble. That things are bad. That you hurt or are sick or incapacitated. The moment you realize that this is something is step one. Realizing you are sick ( Read more... )

I wonder sometimes why I still put filters on these. I'm not sure anyone reads them anymore. I wonder why I'm still so scared to speak the clear, unfiltered truth. I wonder sometimes why I even bother writing here at all ( Read more... )

I don't like this hospital living. I am holding out hope this will all be over soon ( Read more... )

Its amazing how much energy things are taking this week. Way more than they should. Even doing nothing makes me tired ( Read more... )

I've been dreading today for a month, and now I am so excited. I get to facilitate so many people's holiday. Maybe in a year they won't remember me. But they'll remember the candles, the songs, the laughter, and hopefully the love. Last night and this morning I'll pray for them. I'll pray for them to feel God and feel love and leave into the ( Read more... )

No one on my friends list has written on here in 3 days. That seems like eternity. I used to write every day. Twice. Three times. I used to read and comment on so many ( Read more... )

I wrote this earlier for facebook. Now I'm afraid its too self serving to share there. So I'll share here. I need to keep it. To remember it. And I needed to write it. Maybe someday I'll be brave enough to share it with the people I thought I wrote it for. But maybe I never wrote it for them at all ( Read more... )