Grief is messy. There's no other way to describe it…. but its not the obvious kind of messy.Its the kind that makes you feel like you're fine for 2 weeks, just to have a breakdown in the car on the way home when you're not expecting it, ugly crying as you drive home.Yes, that oddly … Continue reading A mess.
On September 24th, 2021, at about 11:30 at night, I sat with my mom and sisters, and held my Dad's hands as he took his final breaths. Its been just over a month now, and it will probably never stop hurting. It hurts to walk into my parents house, and not be able to walk … Continue reading Thanks, Dad.
We fight all the time, I thought. Just another stupid fight we’ll pretend didn’t happen later... My gut told me I was wrong, but I’ve always hated being wrong, so I kept going, kept spitting the vitriol I knew fueled these moments.Why do I do this? I asked myself. Why do I keep adding fuel … Continue reading Writing prompt: Being Afraid
Long ago, I spent hours upon hours a week writing. Not just random blogs rambling on about the horror I thought my life was at age 16, or how cute the new boy I was dating was (plot twist, he was a jerk), but poems and stories and lyrics that I poured my heart into. … Continue reading Getting to know myself better.
I'm one of those creatives who has a LOT, and I mean a METRIC BLEEP TON, of ideas. Its the only way to describe it, though in my mind that word rang VERY loudly. So imagine my brain, (which just tried to spell that word as "brian") on a daily basis with all these ideas. … Continue reading What was that? A wild POST appears!