{the first time I met grief}

The first time I met grief, I didn’t know what to do with him. He showed up at my door like a child dressed up as the grim reaper. He looked just as scared as I was. We stared at each other and I tried to close the door, but he showed up by my […]

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so here I am, surviving.

I promised myself I would start writing again. I thought it would help. Force me to talk about the things I was feeling with paper the way I used to. Writing was one of the only things that truly understood me for a really long time. So, I said it was time to start back […]

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