When I set out to write about my admittedly tumultuous feelings towards my dad, I knew it would be emotional. I didn’t realize how drained I would feel after. That I would understand what people mean when they describe feeling like a towel that’s been wrung out. It’s because of that, that I didn’t post a single thing last…

I had a difficult day a few days ago. I am a truly introspective person in every sense. Periodic isolation isn’t just a desire, it’s essential for my well-being and for me to grow. I like to imagine my subconscious as a deep pool of water in a cave. Unsettling to some, but deeply comforting to others. It’s cool,…

“I can’t be the only successful person in this relationship.” he finally replied, after a pause. He was across the table, but once he said that, I was floating beyond him in space. Hadn’t I been doing everything correctly? I had finished my classes, been offered a job that paid more money than I’ve ever made before. I loved…

There was a hospital bed, and in that bed was a man who was very thin and very sick. In fact, he was dying. However he had looked when he was in good health was difficult to guess; his cheeks were sunken, his upper body wasted away. His eyes, dark and wandering, were pinpricks of light, like those of…