• Writing

    The Fruit

    Crush my heart to pulp between your fingers; I’ll smile through the blood in my teeth and ask you to do it again, harder this time. I’ve realized it doesn’t matter if I make love to the wrong person with my words. The words don’t care. They want to be written either way. Either way, I’ll bleed. We’re all…

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    Your Pain Wants Answers. Answer It.

    I understand the thoughts you’ve had. If you’d been a certain way, maybe you’d have been loved. If you’d been smarter. Better. You’ll think others have it figured out and are more valuable, but it’s never been about them, and their own hidden worlds don’t indicate their worth any more than your own struggles mean you’re unworthy. I’m here…

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    Only Strength

    I began this website because at the time, I needed it. I needed a place to write out all of my feelings, because the escape was necessary and healing. I look back on the posts I did over the course of a couple years and I see someone who had made great strides, but was still so uncertain and operating…

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    Adjustments

    Hello, everyone. It has been a minute or two, hasn’t it? I’ve been writing still, but it’s been confined to the pages of my little red notebook, and a bit more sporadic than I would like. I am fortunate enough to still be employed, and work for an employer that has allowed me to work from home for the…