a frayed string

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.

Romance As A Sexual Abuse Survivor

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

Trauma Speaks: On Addiction

Everything from the popping heat on the back of my preadolescent throat to the throbbing sense of dullness my body gave into as the alcohol entered my bloodstream – these were the sensations that made the taste worth it. These were the feelings I was willing to chase at any cost.

17 Things You Learn When You’re Adopted at 17

I was raised in a dysfunctional, abusive and drug addicted family. When I was seventeen, my principal and her husband asked me to be their daughter instead. These are the things I learned during the first year of my adoption. 1. Wow, people love me? It’s easy to blend in with the walls when you grow […]