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It’s Raining Again
I knew how important it was that someone begin dismantling our family’s framework of control ….. I just didn’t understand how much it would hurt. Continue reading
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Sometimes Gravity Doesn’t Ground. Sometimes It Crushes.
Navigating the SSDI review process feels like a constant battle. From the emotional upheaval to the invasive medical demands, every day brings a new wave of uncertainty and anxiety. Continue reading
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Unexpected Grief
My heart aches and my mind is as bleary as my red and puffy eyes. I generally pride myself in finding the very best words to utilize in poignant expressions of my thoughts. Today’s writing will most likely fall short of beautiful, but I NEED to write it out. Have to somehow, maybe, find a… Continue reading
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6 P.M.
6pmI’m alone againIt’s 6pm and the world is bleak againIt’s 6pm and like clockwork, a silent thunderstorm settles on my weary shouldersI can’t breatheMemories flash to remind me of lost love and forgotten friendshipsThey strike like lightning through my stormThe darkness hides my happiness and rationaleI don’t remember that I love and am lovedIt’s 6pm… Continue reading
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Giving Up
We don’t give up with one abrupt decision. We don’t readily release those romantic schemes of adolescence. We give up after we slowly, slowly are coerced by seemingly smallish situations, where we must make choices that steer our planful dreams into darker waters, riddled with existential crisis and moral grey areas. We are forced to… Continue reading
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Autoimmune Battle
His Mercies Are New Every Morning The most trying days are those that come after I’ve battled one symptom, and then another, until I’m treading treatments in order to continue the simplist of duties. When I’ve been tired too long. When I recall my lost beautiful talents and abilities, and can see so clearly and… Continue reading
Creating Peace From the Pieces 