Hello Lovely Friends. I was mindlessly venturing around on Facebook when I stumbled upon a post that caught my eye. My friend shared a link and the caption is “‘I’m 27. I Don’t Want to Go. I Love My Life’ Heartbreaking Letter Written by Young Woman Dying of Cancer”. It may catch your attention too… Continue reading My “I Don’t Want to Go” Letter for YOU
Here it is: I knew a man, I reacquainted with this man, we fell in love, he’s in prison an hour away, and FINALLY FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I know more than ever how I deserve to be in a relationship with a loving and caring life partner (not a fling, not someone I… Continue reading As is.
This time last year I was curled on the couch, four days since my last shower, pills in hands reach, with nothing more than suicidal ideations that were strong enough to zone out the tv volume of four, Family Guy. I wouldn’t get the “correct” medication until May tenth. Leaving approximately 126 days of sorrow… Continue reading 2017 Reflections
I’m not sure what this post will be about. To be honest I’m confused and I just sat in the shower thinking that would clear the confusion? Since we are being honest.. I’m sad that I’m alone. I’m angry that my family is dysfunctional and I no longer fit into that dysfunctionalality where I was… Continue reading I guess I need a title?
Have you ever thought about what you want? Sat, stood, laid down, skipped, danced, sang, ran, jumped and thought “what would make me love myself?” It doesn’t matter if you believe it is impossible or not. I’d argue that nothing is impossible… although, in our mind we believe that anything beyond what is comfortable is impossible… Continue reading What do you Want?
Come back No dream Sorrow pours deeper Than the black sea The heart of so many I’ve lost track Your smile so Sarcastic, sweet No judgement Acceptance between Think about me? Remember me? My mistake Question the truth Always missing you
Everything happens for a reason. I’ve never met You but I know the truths that I believe in. I pray to You once in a while and I know You don’t judge me for not doing it daily or not attending church every Sunday (more like once every three months). You love every man the… Continue reading The One Who Holds the Stars