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I wish I could show you.

I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being. -Hafiz This is one of my favorite quotes.  The rest I wrote for you and then when I was finished… Continue Reading →

You are the most precious thing!

Hey Y’all – I know I have not posted in more than a week.  I promise I have countless drafts to catch up on, it has just been one of those times in life where it feels like this one… Continue Reading →

Justice isn’t always good enough, but off to jail he goes.

Last week I saw my abuser. Not him actually, but in another man.  I was supporting my friend who was a character witness to the destruction her ex-husband caused.  He had attempted to murder his (now ex) girlfriend.  My friend… Continue Reading →

Anxiety disorder, as the (dark) fog lifts

Tuesday Night. The fog started to lift.  Just a smidge.  The first sign I could believe in was my appetite coming back.  It is this voracious hunger like I haven’t fed myself in days.  The strength it takes to survive… Continue Reading →

#anxietylife

                                            Monday night. I broke my “boss lady” wine glass… maybe it’s a sign, a sign of enough wine…… Continue Reading →

Loving with what is left.

  You took the part of me that cared the most. The part that loved unconditionally. The innocence, That could trust and believe in the good of another human. All of the positive feels that poured out of me and… Continue Reading →

Devastated.

The loss of a child is something I cannot wrap my brain around.  Knowing that it was their choice to end their life, would do nothing short of kill me.  I know loss happens, I know many who have lost… Continue Reading →

831 – Shelly’s story

Eight hundred thirty-one. She stared blankly at the register screen. “Ma’am, will that be cash or charge?” As Shelly stared down at her ever-evolving baby bump under hideous looking maternity clothes, tears welled up in her eyes and she swallowed… Continue Reading →

Love > Hate

LOVE > hate So l dreamt last night that I was back in my old home, with my abusive ex. Day after day, in this dream, I was assaulted, raped, and battered.  Scarred, broken, weak.  One day I had a… Continue Reading →

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