I’m not okay, and I know it’s okay to not be okay, and I’m being patient and accepting of the not-okay. It’s been hard, though,
If they tried to assert their dominance like they used to, you wouldn’t care anymore. You would see them for who they are; a scared, frightened, cowardly soul who is unable to confront the reality of their existence.
For the first time in ages, I have a Saturday with nothing on my calendar. One of the things that kept me so busy recently
A thought. Now might not be the right time to disappear. Now might not be the right time to be silent. Now might not be
I’ve been very frustrated with my writing lately. Whenever I sit down to write I have a blog post as a goal. I’ve lost my
I did not have a full-blown PTSD episode yesterday. I was able to navigate it and stay present. I had a toothache and I went
I want to write for a living but I fear I’m a terrible writer. I am ashamed of my desires and think it’s unlikely I’ll