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A piece of humble pie.
My family has been displaced by the wildfires in California. Most notably my child. When I was concerned about his Xbox and computer his voice rang a very loud bell. “Mommy, that’s just stuff you buy me. I love my stuff, but I love you more and at least you’re alive and we are a…
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If you ever wonder.
There are no words. That can express how angry at you I am the sad thing is that this has been going on for almost a year. The whole time we’ve been us. There is no salvaging what we thought we were capable of. I’m too fucked up and so are you. We are catastrophic…
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1,875.
You cannot see a broken spirit even though it’s there. 1875 sleepless nights, afraid to wake up to the heinous way of life I was ordered to become accustomed. I am not good at a lot of things, one of them being taking orders. So I cried, and I cried the tears finally subsided and…
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Half Past Four; the explanation..
I’ve yet to identify “this,”whatever has taken over.It’s officially set up shop.Where the profound grief had been held,held for far too long.Debilitating,Consuming;Grief; the heinous kind that makes you frail and weak. My life,seemingly broken beyond repair.The other day at half-past four.The frail was gracious enough to take the subtle hints, and leave on its fruition.The…
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You know that song?
“I think I’ll go for a walk outside nowThe summer sun’s callin’ my name(I hear ya now)I just can’t stay inside all dayI’ve gotta get out, get me some of those rays” Mick Abrahams wrote it. And “The Brady Bunch” sang it. I attached the song for your listening pleasure, because no matter how hard…
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She held her breath and jumped…
Whatever doesn’t kill me, had better start running. Any arbitrary turn along the way, I would be elsewhere. I would be different.They made the train tracks, through the steepest part of the Alps, before there was a train that could make the journey. They built them anyway. They knew, one day the train would come.I…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 