I DON'T THINK PEOPLE UNDERSTAND HOW STRESSFUL IT IS TO EXPLAIN WHAT'S GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND IT YOURSELF. YOU KNOW THAT YOU NEED TO LET GO, BUT YOU CAN'T, BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL WAITING FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE TO HAPPEN...unknown author These things that have happened, they've ruined everything. My life, … Continue reading things I should probably tell my therapist but most likely won’t–feeling sorry for myself
I'm not sure what to say these days. Things have been, I don't know the right word, rough I suppose, and I've found myself in a very bad place. As in those really dark places. I know you know the ones. Where your words won't come and you find yourself distant and alone and just … Continue reading stuck in the in-between places
This week seems to be dragging. I've often been left feeling as though I am stuck in an expanse of time in which I am neither here nor there, lost at sea and left battling the wars from the inside, drowning in the thoughts that cannot be verbalized. I'm starting to think that perhaps the … Continue reading how is it only Thursday?
TW: talk of suicide I had this from earlier in the week, but I didn't want to post it. Today, I decided I would.... The week is stretching out before me. I feel restless. Tired, because it hurts to be here. A little bit scared. I can feel myself starting to drift away, like a … Continue reading it’s not that simple
Family is supposed to be our safe haven. But very often it's the place where we find the deepest heartache. -Iyanla Vanzant How much of a parent is passed on to their children? We know our hair colour, eye colour and facial features are all a result of inherited genes. But what other parental traits … Continue reading what got me to here–part 4
I'm glad this was the last weekend (until next year anyways) where we're supposed to celebrate our parents and all the wonderful things they've done for us. It's hard to be grateful for the people who caused, and in some cases are still causing, so much of the pain in your life. I feel like … Continue reading wishing Sunday was a repeat of Saturday