dark days

I woke up this morning and for a brief moment...forgot about my past. Then it all came flooding back. Time stood still. Everything felt hollow. I wished I could swap places with someone else. It should be them who has to live this way. When someone hurts you that much, how do you...does it ever …

surrender

We are all mortal. We are all fragile. And we all live under the shadow of death. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is admit we're not strong enough. They say progress is inevitable. In some ways we can look to the past as the time of our lives...or an ordeal to overcome. The …

one day

one day I will hearthe words you say to meand we will find a worldwhere we can just be one day I will seewho we really arethe one who became consumedby thoughts of places afar one day I’ll stop this warthe one I’ve fought all my lifewe'll forever be alonejust me and the light one …

our therapy session

Tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the wall. Tick, tick, tick goes the little clock on the table. They both tick but not in unison and the incongruence grates on my nerves. Evidence of my past trauma weaves like a deep trench through my present story. Decades after the first improper touch I am …

exhausted

Everything that's ever happened is playing in my head constantly. I'm on the brink of exhaustion and I pray that tomorrow will be a different day. I'm trying to decide what to talk about but all I can come up with are empty thoughts. I feel an inherent tiredness that cannot be simply cured by …

sadness

Another week is done. A hard one. My world is flooding with need, storms and angst. This sadness. It's such a strange thing. Sometimes, no most of the time, I don't know how to stop the sadness. It feels too big, too consuming. What happens afterwards? Will there even be an afterwards? I sit here …