BC // Day 4: Let’s Catch Up

I got knocked health wise in the past few days – nah, not Big Rona but the demons have started to dance on my uterus. That of course, put me a few days behind on the challenge so I’m going to play catch up by getting a few done in one post. Challenge Points #23…

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There is beauty in the discovery.

Day 17

P.M. Did you pray for me the way I prayed for you? Pages filled with intentions, dotted with my tears splotches of ink and corrections You’re my dream made flesh My fertile oasis in the desert You choose me again and again. 

The Dubious Task of Depression

Depression is a real thing, and as we continue to lose people to the emptiness they can’t fill, I hope we can be compassionate. How can someone begin to explain? It’s a lot easier to self medicate or over medicate with illegal or legal drugs to try to dull the pain. The relief that you…

Writing through the Blues

So if you’re on twitter you know the phrase “tweet through it”; that kind of sums up what I’m trying to do with this blog. I have this problem with consistency when the negative feelings about myself and my writing creep in. 2013 was such a tough year for my family and I and I…

Lonely Reader Syndrome

It’s hard to describe the feeling I get when I complete a book. The closest I can come is to the “level” up feeling when you get all the secrets in Mario; accomplished, whole, conflicted and the irrevocable feeling of scibility. After that feeling passes; I usually feel lost because I have no one to…

Mornings

My own tears woke me up this morning. Violent and unsettling. I was dreaming of her again and I let myself find comfort in a lie I can only tell when I’m asleep; that she’s available to me in a way that I could recognize. It usually starts with me trying to call on memories…

Coping

I’m reading to cope, trying to find comfort in the books I read over and over. One quote I’ve been reading over and over again from one of my favorite authors: She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite…