Can you hear me?
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” – Eleanor Roosevelt That is my mother’s favorite quote. She told me it often growing up. She’s not wrong. As each day passes, I feel myself get just a tiny bit stronger. It may not seem like much, like a millimeter everyday. But when you […]
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I know the better part of me is smart, logical, nimble, and quick in my mind. I’m aware of what’s happening around me. I can process this information and let it coarse through the neurotransmitters, synapses and retain the information. I don’t forget when it really matters. But then there’s the other part of me… […]
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“I’m stuck in this bed you made Alone with a sinking feeling I saw through the words you said To the secrets you’ve been keeping It’s written upon your face All the lies how they cut so deeply You can’t get enough you take And take and take and never say No- You’ve gotta get […]
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It’s been one of those days––which I do frequently have––where I feel unmeasurably emptier and heavier than normal. I’m not sure when it snuck up on me today. Perhaps it’s been building. I hate it. I can’t stand it, and I wish it would go away. I didn’t welcome it inside me. But as always, […]
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Have you ever met someone who came into your life without a moments notice, buried themselves deep inside your heart, only to leave just as fast? Did they look into your eyes as if they could see all the ways you were broken? Did they come in and heal you nearly night after night, only […]
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I’m tired. I’m in so many levels of pain. I long to go somewhere else other than the security of my room. But it’s all I have, there isn’t a second home. No other place to rest my head when I’ve had enough of my own solitude. No other place I can go retreat to […]
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Reflecting on my life, I see a pattern when it comes to people. People I like, people I love, people I’ve tried too hard for… it feels like I try more for them. I try to make them like me and want to be friends/lovers with me. I’m seeking validation in possibly the wrong people. […]
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My hands seem to be unclean, no matter how hard I try to scrub the blood off. It’s more like cement, fused into my skin even though it should be inside of me instead. There’s a lingering guilt that plagues me, even when I try to look away and not notice it… It’s always there. […]
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Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Do you see me? Can you hear me? I’m looking into the dark and I thought I saw you there. I swear I did. I heard a familiar voice. It went away. You were there, too. But you went away. I can’t think of you or talk about you without […]
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I had a strange upbringing. Stability wasn’t a theme in my life––figuratively and literally. Most people I’ve encountered have only moved once or twice, others haven’t moved at all, and have stayed at their childhood home and never left their hometown except for college. I didn’t have that luxury. I moved more times than I […]
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