…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”

Would you be proud?

You’ve been gone, A lot has happened after so long. Would you be proud of me? Maybe not of my choices in life, But of the strength I have, to endure the strife. Do you ever check in? Is there a frown on your face, or a grin? I’ve missed you, Especially on the daysContinue reading “Would you be proud?”

Life is like a fighting ring

Many battles are fought in life. Many styles and techniques used to defeat your opponent. I want you to imagine your opponent. Is it the pile of dishes in the sink? The mountains of laundry to be put away? Maybe it’s your job. A relationship. Yourself? Whatever you’ve chosen to put in that opposite corner,Continue reading “Life is like a fighting ring”