By the time that I post this publicly, it will be four weeks
and four days.
Like an addict trying to escape my prison, I count up the
days it’s been since the thoughts took over my head… only my drug of choice isn’t
chemical, herbal, or liquid. It isn’t gambling, sex, or pornography… it isn’t
even really an addiction at all – or at
least it’s not one that’s recognized, let alone spoken publicly about.
But like an addict, I also wait with my breath held in…
watching myself, analyzing my...
Sunday, 30 September 2018
Monday, 10 September 2018
World Suicide Prevention Day 2018
Sitting within the depths of my personal files, on a memory card I no longer
use, buried in my basket full of storage devices, cords, and chargers; sit
several letters, written in some of the hardest moments of my life.
These aren’t just any letters… they are letters for the future –
one for each of my children, and a couple for other people who have impacted my
life. People who I felt the need to explain myself to… to say goodbye, to leave
a thought for.
In that basket, buried and hiding...
Friday, 7 September 2018
Weaving Words
Recently it came up in my life, that my words were something to be ashamed of once again.
It wasn't tangible... more so a feeling as I continued to navigate a downright messy place in my story.
Several weeks ago, I was hit with that familiar feeling as I sat and listened to a loved one who had recently discovered my blog. As I listened to the feelings that this person experienced as they had read through my words and processed some of my thoughts; the instinct was to huddle up into a corner and...
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