I woke up in a panic. It's 8 in the morning, and the shirt I slept in is sticking to my neck. I woke up in a panic, but I'm not panicking. I'm relieved. Not panicking. Not scared. Am I okay? I take a few deep breaths in through my nose and slowly let my … Continue reading I dreamed a dream that I can’t remember (part 1)
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Please tell me this makes sense
I have this ache in the pit of my stomach. Not my heart—my stomach—because maybe that’s where my heart lives now. Or maybe it’s on my sleeve. My emotions feel bare, exposed, scraped raw by every silence. I wince when even a light breeze brushes against them. Can they read my face? Can they read … Continue reading Please tell me this makes sense
I feel like a fraud
Happy fourth...? I don't even know, dude. I don't really remember the last thing I posted on here. I guess I could take a look but I don't want to because then I would squirm in my own skin. I relapsed. I still want to use. Right now, I'm not using. Right now I'm clean … Continue reading I feel like a fraud
Lies We Tell Ourselves When We’re Grieving: A Mirror and A Mess. Bring Her Back Movie Review and Personal Reflection.
This post WILL contain spoilers, so if you feel like you've read too much, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I am not a professional movie reviewer. I do not hold a degree in the arts or theater. I’m just another Joe Schmo with an opinion and an open mind, especially after seeing a particular … Continue reading Lies We Tell Ourselves When We’re Grieving: A Mirror and A Mess. Bring Her Back Movie Review and Personal Reflection.
Lies I’ve told my body.
Book Review: The Body Is Not an Apology: The Power of Radical Self-Love by Sonya Renee Taylor Welcome to my first book review. I apologize if this is messy and makes absolutely no sense. Please bear with me as I take you through the thoughts that trampled over each other at one million miles per … Continue reading Lies I’ve told my body.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 