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
There are tiny little scars that have since turned from purple to an almost unnoticeable skin tone, ones that used to be wounds larger than my heart. I have heard different opinions on life and love and friendship, I have tried to defy the odds and I have let multiple mouths tell the story of … More Peace
Let me start off by saying this: I definitely did not plan on getting pregnant with Wesley. Two years ago around this time, I was married. I was a flight attendant for an airline and I shared a cute one-bedroom condo with my husband and my dog. I used to say to myself, “I did … More Before the Beginning: An Explanation.
There are certain lessons that I have learned that have eaten me alive. They have chewed me up into scraps of nothing, spit me out, only for me to crawl through the darkness, struggling to find a safe space among ravenous wolves. There are certain lessons that I have learned which could not be taught … More Lessons
Dear Pretty Girl, Listen to me. I know how it goes, I’ve been there. First of all, I’d like to say, I’m sorry for your loss, but I’ll get to that later. For now, you’re drinking away your sorrows because goddammit you have sorrows and you’re absolutely sure that you will never find respect and … More Little Puppet Girl
Today, my boss told me to “just quit.” She saw me ready to give up and she encouraged it. She doesn’t wake a sleeping baby in the morning to get him to his sitter so mommy can work. She doesn’t lose hours tossing and turning because the two hours of commuting to and from a … More A Mom’s Job Is Never Done