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Chandy Grace

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Ideas

It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express... Continue Reading →

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Where?

Words of the written variety have always been my solace. Reading is a passion of mine. Writing is an even larger passion. I have always wanted to pursue it. Always. After my car accident, weeks before embarking on an adventure... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

Who am I? I know nothing. I stumbled. I fall. I do not recognize this face looking back at me in the mirror. Who am I?

Trying

I have never tried harder in my life. I have never fought so hard for someone. Yet, it feels... It feels like I am running uphill on ice.

Questioning

In a few weeks, I am travelling to Atlanta, GA, for a work conference. A week long adventure. It is primarily centered around the business and management. I just received my packet today. Inside was a questionnaire. A simple little... Continue Reading →

Digging Around

I spent some time today looking through a few of my older messages on tumblr. It was weird to look back at some of them. For a few, I find myself as confused now as I was then, when I... Continue Reading →

Arriving in DC for a Valentine’s Adventure

It was freezing. 35 degrees at 12 in the afternoon. We were on minimal sleep and exhausted. (We fought with the washer and dryer on our floor for hours. We won! Huzzah!) Two suitcases and three packing mishaps later, the... Continue Reading →

Pulling Myself Back Up

In the midst of all the angst of my life, I received something that crushed me. I got a lovely rejection letter. In the days since, I have processed the feelings of worthlessness, insecurity, and the anger. I looked at... Continue Reading →

A Frozen Moment

It was the first bright day in weeks. A rare break from the dead of winter. The tease of life. Full of restlessness, we had to roam. Birds are not meant to be kept in a cage forever. We had... Continue Reading →

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