The foundation isn’t going to crack. Maybe get a little weather-worn but paint will fix it up and we’ve got plenty of that in the form of laughter.
I don’t think anyone could have saved me. Not Jesus, not the warmth of a small child, not a favorite song or a cry from a friend, “How could you be so selfish?!”
How did they not see – how to we not see – that it isn’t about selfishness. It’s about escaping from a prison. You can’t tell me to hold on when absolutely nothing within me believes there is anything worth holding on for.
I’m after a chance of hope, the last sputter of light from a dying fire, wondering why you won’t send off a brighter spark for me.
One of my most pleasant memories of us as a family is driving on the highway between Redmond and Bellevue, going east, to where we lived in our very first (and last, come to think of it) two story home. The grey Dodge Neon with a six disc CD changer which all of us prized […]
Am I supposed to feel like a slut or is that just a natural side effect of the surreptitious consequences that come along with being a sexual abuse survivor? – See more at: http://femininecollective.com/mechanical-progress/#sthash.pAE31rP5.dpuf
During the winter of 2014, I was researching the least painful ways to commit suicide. After stumbling upon an avenue that seemed rather attractive to me, I figured I should call someone. “What?” My friend answered the phone; I could tell she was half asleep. “Okay, so, I’m going to add you to […]
For those of you who have subscribed to my blog by email, you know that the title of this post is also the title of a novel I’m working on. But in case you aren’t an email follower… This Probably Shouldn’t Be Funny: A Struggle is inspired by the conversations my friend from rehab (Erin) and […]