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Chandy Grace

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Thankful

Let me jump on this topic in the spirit of Thanksgiving. I know it is not original, yet, I feel the urge to join in on expressing my gratitude. I am thankful for my partner. He is a creature I... Continue Reading →

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5 Things

I have found a few things to do that make me feel slightly better about life and about myself. Just a few things. Some days, they are all I need to get through it all. Brush my hair - I... Continue Reading →

Get up, Chandra

Get up. Get up. Get up. You can do this. Come on. Get up. Come on. Please? Stop sleeping so much.  Come on. Let's do something. Get up. You can do this. Brush your hair. You have lovely long hair.... Continue Reading →

Dear Grace (A Letter to My Past Self)

I wish you would listen to me. I really wish you would, but we both know that you won't. You are too trapped in your realm of depression. You are also still a hormonal teenager that is stuck. I know.... Continue Reading →

Three Year Anniversary Gift (Random)

Traditionally, three years means that I am supposed to get you leather. I.... went away from that idea a bit. I made you a scrapbook. It took me hours. I made each page, for I did not know you could... Continue Reading →

Do Not Walk Behind Me

The other day, we were walking through Target. Looking at the various displays. Admiring the exciting temptations that are available. We had the goal of exchanging a piece for our GoPro camera. It was a simple adventure. We were walking.... Continue Reading →

The way the sun hits your face, Makes my heart jump up a pace. That little smile you give me, Becomes all that I can even see.

Every time I took a blade to my flesh, the world went quiet as could be. My demons leaned over my shoulder, they encouraged me.   The world was so silent. Except for their call. I heard nothing except them.... Continue Reading →

A Journey to Self Love

I have never been the prettiest. I was never popular. Never the skinniest. I was not the one you would pay attention to. I had no pride. Nothing. I was the socially awkward, mean, and fairly weird girl. I was... Continue Reading →

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