On Saturdays, I lose pieces of me

On Saturdays, my best friend goes to church. And once more, I am reminded of how it feels to be alone. I spend my moments reading or searching for some type of connection again. I have found out something about myself in the last few years, just how much I crave connection with others. Walking…

Bloom like flowers in spring

My dear, I see you waiting on the next shoe to drop For the next heartbreak to come your way I see you crying in a corner, miserable But there will come a time when sadness can only be counted as a moment in your pass You will grow to love once more And bloom…

Our Trauma Lies to Us

When you pour hot wax on your skin, you tend to anticipate the feeling. It’s similar to getting hit by someone you can’t avoid. Your muscles tense, and you brace for impact. At that moment, you are as vulnerable as a spider’s web. Open to the elements and ready to be torn down given a…

Sunday Funday

You may have noticed my absence for the past month and a half, and you may have cared and wondered what happened. Depression happened as it usually does this time of year. And it has not been kind to me. As a new month begins, I want to take the time to talk about the…