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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I’ve continued to find so much hope and comfort in writing again. This feeling of heart-ripped-open, teeth chattering, tears flowing, keys pounding on the keyboard feeling is far from foreign to me and, each time life guides me back to this place, a small part of me feels like I’m coming home. I still find […]
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Tell me all of the ways you’re sorry. I’ll tell you how I’m not sorry for all the ways you’ll find me long after I leave. You made this bed and I am the reason she will be scared to look underneath when it’s time to go to sleep. She will not see me in […]
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[ME]et again So we meet again. Falling to the floor like a newborn calf, I swear I was walking seconds ago. face meets carpet and it feels like I’m screaming no one would know I was home if they were standing outside my door It’s like I’m running away while standing still spinning in […]
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I remember wishing more than anything for my dad to visit me in my dreams after he passed away. I almost felt angry when friends or family told me that he was in theirs, like I was being cheated out of seeing him, or he was choosing to visit other people first, or maybe […]
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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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Things they ‘will’ tell you * It’ll be worth it * You’re better off * You’ll find what you’re looking for * I’m here for you * Time will heal * It’s going to be okay Things they ‘won’t’ tell you 1. Sometimes it feels like it wasn’t worth it. Sometimes the good memories creep in […]
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