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 hope that if nothing else, this post might serve as a motivator for people with backgrounds like mine to realize that self care – even at the cost of job performance, time, money and relationships – is very, very important.
We were not able to defend ourselves during the abuse. But we are not powerless. Our rage and despair is full of energy, is valid, deserves to be heard.
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 […]
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 […]