Living Inside The Vulnerable in the without and with the new “When it was up to you, you left it up to me.” Indigo Girls…
Use words with courage
Category: Writing
PTSD & Depression Mix & Match in DBT I was diagnosed with depression months ago. Not surprised. I’ve lost everything I’ve called home slowly and…
No coverage, not even one bar; the battery was dead anyway. Still daytime, but with an overcast, the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so…
When all is said and done No more bullets in the gun No words to say At the end of the day I’m sorry you…
Sitting in awakening, Shadows call. Pulling myself back into the comfort Of the edge of darkness… Keeping company with everything once called home — and…
In the heartache of deception And the reality of rejection… Beneath the layers of concrete Poured, hardened, and cured, A seed awaits. Hope renews Life…
The text that lifted me again. Cycling down over and over again is exhausting. It’s taken months for me to see my patterns, what drives…
Before…
The first time Jordan slipped away into a dream, she barely noticed.
She was not chosen. Not anymore. Broken on the 33rd parallel, she was no longer chosen. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, she was no longer chosen. Love stopped choosing her.