My edges are too hardSo I make myself smallerI curl my legs into my chest and listen to my body tell me to stop being so fullstop breathing so loudstop feeling so muchlet all of the nerves separate and burn awayuntil everything is under a pile of ash. You touch me silently with nothing on your … More
Okay, so, it’s not quite THE END. Here’s the story: When Wesley was born, breastfeeding came naturally. Sure, I had a few hurdles to jump over, but I got through them easily and I comfortably slid into the role of “breastfeeding mama.” (Shoutout to my amazing lactation consultant at the hospital!) My body has been … More When the Journey comes to an end?
My brother is an addict. When I was in high school, he lived with us in our mid-sized, split level home tucked away in a cozy cul-de-sac. I remember my mom begging him to stop, I remember police officers knocking on our door, I remember finding needles in his room while looking for good CD’s … More Plagues
It was Tuesday and I was ready to go home. My boss came in and asked me what time I wanted to leave for the Chamber Networking event that night. Ugh, I completely forgot. A few years back, I’d be more than willing to go to a brewery for a work event. Free beer, good … More Ongoing battles: Social Disconnect
My love, Life is about balance. You may have to read this multiple times to connect the dots. You will have a language inside of you all your own that someday, someone will try to decode. Maybe it will work, and that may be up to you to allow it. Take your challenges day by … More Letters to Wes
I remember who I was before you, but I don’t remember why. I tiptoed around sanity like it was my job to stay blissfully crazy. I picked flowers with no understanding of why they need to stay rooted to grow. I stayed off the ground because it was safer in my mind to never touch … More Before You.
I longed for something that I used to have. I squeezed it until all the blood drained and what I was left with was an empty shell of myself, wondering what happened to who I thought I was. I suffocated us and I left one day feeling cold and useless. I filled myself with anything … More Hold On