This upswing I’ve been going through is incredibly intense. I feel like I could fly.

I’m sitting on a velvet green sofa in a bright yellow home I’ve never been in before. It’s a small home, but it’s cozy. There’s a character to it. It’s organic ( Read more... )

I must also admit that my dyslexia has been heightened by my stress lately.

I was reading through one of my latest posts where I was talking about my desire to run.

I read it as urn. I think that speaks for itself.

Run=urn. Do it and you’ll die? Sheesh.

I’ve sat for a few moments and was begging for my brain to suck some kind of inspiration from the universe tonight ( Read more... )

Throughout the entirety of this journal, I’ve spilled my deepest thoughts, my worries, my wants, my fears; my life ( Read more... )

He said he fell asleep on the bus from Mount Vernon to the island and that he had the most vivid dream of me ( Read more... )

It’s 8:30am and the sun has slowly been caressing the frost outside. Maybe the ice will soften today and free everything blanketed underneath ( Read more... )

I don’t even want me
How could you?

In comes the sadness again. I wish these waves would end but I know I have to handle each phase of this grief as it comes.

No numbing.
No hiding.

Fuck, why couldn't he have just been better?

I meet with my lawyer today. I'm so exhausted.

I am raising two kids on my own, handling everything on my own, and I am so damn worn out.

I will look for you in every hand I hold ( Read more... )