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Solitude is addicting.

Solitude. I am craving it for some reason these days.  I figured here, aka my therapy, is just as good a place as any to sort through it.  Lately, I have desired coming home and being alone.  Of course, as… Continue Reading →

Goal: publish in another magazine… can you help?

  A while back I posted my story about hiking on the Appalachian Trail.  I wrote the piece for the Appalachian Trail Conservancy in hopes of being featured in their myATstory journal magazine.  The contest allows submissions from people from… 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 →

Whatchu got in that cup?

Y’all I have said it before, and to myself on the reg, but, I will say it again, you cannot pour from an empty cup.  You cannot be for anyone what you are not first for yourself.  You cannot give… 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 →

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