Introspection is weird. You can be going about your day, not an off thought in the world, but then you pause to do some menial task and your mind starts wandering. Some days it goes on an adventure outward. Some days, it decides to do a deep dive into your psyche and then you're suddenly … Continue reading Quelling the inner voice.
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.
Writing prompt: Being Afraid
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
Getting to know myself better.
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.