Category: Turn the page,
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Greenhouse
I built a greenhouse today It, unlike me hasn’t fallen apart yet It remains, like me empty I’ve nothing to fill it yet Like me But I built myself a greenhouse That seems to be a promise A beginning There will be a tomorrow.
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My dark side.
My dearest son. Today on Sunday, April 19 2020. Mommy lost control of her anger. Your daddy isn’t to blame for my behavior. I am. I’ve never been to that place before where I was so angry that I actually acted inappropriately and said things that I shouldn’t have. Mommy was so angry. For the…
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August 2019.
To whom it may concern, Today, (August 17, 2019) Saturday evening. A not so subtle sucker punch came in from the right. As sucker punches usually present themselves it Seemingly it came without provocation. That sucker punch didn’t stick around long enough so I could say, “thank you.” Before the aforementioned I was lost aimlessly…
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Shades of Desperate
My Dearest Annie, I have a hell of a story behind all my comeuppance as of late. I figure a person can not know what real pain is until they’ve felt desperate. You know the kind desperation that will alter you. For better or worse it’s something that changes you. Desperation reveals itself in many…
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We attempted to grow.
We attempted to grow up. We lived in the same house, shared the same bed when Gary moved Mark in. I used to wonder how 2 people, you and me. Summed up as yin and yang. That’s how it looks anyway, the candy coated shell, the 8/10 glossy.You have your 9to5 persona, 5 days a…
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Your dream manifested, how can I mess it up?
My thanksgiving, it was quiet. Something I’ve lied to myself about 4 years in a row. Delusional mantra starts to play. “This is my last thanksgiving alone.” Have you ever had an idea and you work and work for your idea to become more than an idea. Positive people would call an idea a dream.…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 