women
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Strong Women Carry Baggage (And Mine Has a Broken Wheel and a Body Count) There’s this myth about strong women, like we’re forged from steel and bad decisions, impervious to things like heartbreak, regret, or the soul-crushing weight of our own overthinking. That we walk away from love like it was a slight inconvenience, shake
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You know that feeling when the silence in your house is so loud it’s practically screaming at you? Yeah, that’s my life now. Kids grow up, life moves on, and somehow, here I am—staring at walls that were once full of noise, wondering how I got here. Fun times, right? It’s not like loneliness kicks
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I’ve spent a fair amount of my life feeling like I’ve made the worst decisions possible. I think in a lot of ways, a lot of people feel that way. I could write a dissertation and bore you to actual tears with all of them but I’ll skip that for the sake of time and
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I peel back the covers and pull my eyelids open, feeling the absolute silence that surrounds me. It creeps in and fills my bones the second I wake every single morning. I used to run from it, filling this room with music, sounds of the sea, rain, old news, or just anything to keep the
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Writing is therapy for me, it always has been. I don’t do well with traditional therapy, talking to a stranger about my problems just is not for me. Give me a computer and a quiet corner? Whamo! Problem solved. The whole world can know about my problems if they really want to. Anyways, I’m going
I Would Rather Be In Bed 