The urge to purge. The urge to relapse. The urge to run. The urge to cry. The urge to breakdown. The urge to hide. The urge to.....
Screaming
So loud. So loud. I can not hear you. I can NOT hear YOU! You are so loud, I can not understand.
Try Again?
The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I have been in a fragile state in terms of my writing as of late. It…
Pain
We are not strangers. We have danced too many times in the past to different tunes.
Fallingwater Adventures
It was a sunny day. There were no signs of rain. There was nothing. My partner and I were blessed with a day off together. So, we decided to go to an adventure. Knock something off our bucket list. The drive was an interesting one. I would strongly recommend making sure your brakes…
Planning A Trip To DC
I'm planning again. A trip back to our favorite city. We have not gone on any adventures in a while. (Gotta love work, right?) We needed something different. A break in the year before we are back at it. DC is our favorite place to go. A quick 3-4 hour drive away. A scenic route.…
I can still hear beyond the static.
I can still hear their voices. So loud. So loud. Calling. Crying. Screaming out to me. Every second grows harder. My desire is to listen. But. I can not let that happen. If I give in. I will. Fall. Back into that dark pit. Go around and around in circles. I do not want to…
Breathing
The air is thick. My heart beats slower and slower every moment. Laying down, looking up, I have nothing to see. There is no future. There is no end. I can not inhale this poison any longer. Why? Why? Why? I just find no reason. There is nothing left.
Published
I did it. I finally got a piece published on Thought Catalog. It only took months. I finally got it on there. And, in a few days, my piece has managed to get almost 2,000 views. It was featured on their Facebook page. It was thrilling. And I feel motivated.
How?
How can I do more? How can I do more for you? I ask myself this daily. I want to do more for you, for us. But, how? I long to provide. I long to do more. I am trying. It kills me how tired you are. How worn out you are. I want to…
