Thank you. You’ve been through so much already in life, and while it is terrible to experience such pain and heartbreak, please believe me when I say, it wasn’t for nothing. All the panic, all the tears, the fear and sleepless nights, they all paved the way to where you are now. Every inch thatContinue reading “A letter to me”
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…but he’s never hit me: pt. 2
A Facebook friend request, sent at 18years old, has still never been accepted after 10 years. But a message was received, that said, “I can’t accept your friend request. Is this some sort of trap?” I said, “no, you just popped up on my people you may know, and I just did it. I didn’tContinue reading “…but he’s never hit me: pt. 2”
…but he’s never hit me: pt 1
Trigger warnings: very brief and vague mention of suicide, depression, rape and sexual assault. At 16 years old I made a choice that would change my life. I was never a rebellious kid, I was shy, quiet, and you’d always find me hidden in the back of the room. I had friends, but I wasContinue reading “…but he’s never hit me: pt 1”
…but he’s never hit me: intro
Hi, it’s been a while! I know I’ve been MIA on here for quite a while this time, but creativity has really hit bedrock. I have ideas, but no way to form the words. Anyway, I sit here tonight to start something new. This platform has been my little escape and a way for meContinue reading “…but he’s never hit me: intro”
Until then,
I wish I had known you sooner Because the me right here, right now, needs you But I am happy for you, for my future me I bet you smile more And the stresses have become nothing more than forgetting to swap the laundry, or spilling a bit of coffee from your morning mug IContinue reading “Until then,”
Heart on my sleeve
I once held my heart on my sleeve That way others could see how much love I could give, and someone would be willing to take it. I now hold my heart deep in the unseen… It got hurt too many times, and now I feel sorry that I allowed it to get used byContinue reading “Heart on my sleeve”
Allowed
I allowed myself to feel comfort And I cried. I cried in a way that I don’t understand But I allowed myself to feel it. The comforting warmth of my son sleeping next to me, cozy in his blankets, his favorite stuffed seal in his hands I felt my body try to relax the tiniestContinue reading “Allowed”
How many lives
I had this thought tonight, How many lives must we have to get it right? How many battles must we lose How many wounds must we lick How many hours must we waste How many days must go by? How many tears must fall How many times must we lose it all How many timesContinue reading “How many lives”
My son & Autism
So as some of you may know, my son was diagnosed with autism when he was 3. There are three “stages”, mild, moderate, and severe. My son has moderate. It has been a year since that official diagnosis and I wanted to give an update, as well as talk about some things that are prevalentContinue reading “My son & Autism”
Manifesting a dream
I’ll be sitting, Cozy on the couch Wrapped in a blanket sipping Hot tea rests in my hands without a shadow of doubt This is where I’m meant to be. The walls of a beautiful home Open arms for love to roam Unafraid to crawl in bed to go to sleep I can lay soundlyContinue reading “Manifesting a dream”
Ink & Embers 