My writing style is a combination of nonfiction and creative elements. I often write from an outsiders voice on my own perspective. What I write is my own perspective on the events of my own life. Some of my beliefs have changed over time. Some stories are from years ago, and contain my viewpoint on … More A Note on Style
That voice in your head telling you not to try, you’ll only get hurt. Silence it. That voice telling you you aren’t good enough, tell it you are. That feeling in the pit of your stomach that fears the worst case, breathe through it. She always wanted to give into the fear, to run away, … More The voice of fear
She had loved him the moment she met him. He would always be the one that got away. 9 years had passed since she had seen him. 9 years since he broke her heart. Yet it felt like yesterday. He had been the first boy to know her intimately, on the bleachers of the local … More First Love— Remembering what was, not what could have been.
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The scent of campfire thick in the air, brings to mind summers spent sleeping under the stars, being one with nature, firelight dancing on the ground. This was not a happy smell anymore. Ash fell like powdery snow, covering the ground, cars, and trees. An eerie glow suffused the world. All was dark, orange and … More Summer Snow
She was too young, too vibrant, too beautiful to leave. The world ahead of her, living her dreams. In life, she lived fully. In death, she inspires others to follow their dreams. 34 lives were lost that night on the Conception. New dreams sprang forth honoring her and the others. Kendra. You’ll never be forgotten. … More Dreams Conceived, lives lost
Dark memories, dripping through the cracks. Walls built up, starting to crumble. She was waking up. That look in other’s eyes when they asked her tale, the pity. She was once told she was “a brave soldier.” She hated that. She hated being told that. She wasn’t brave. She was like countless others who had … More Now We Live
Thoughts move slowly, pushing through the thick fog. Getting lost. What was she thinking? What was she doing? What happened to the last hour? Her brain was stuffed. Full of sticky thoughts. Staring at walls, not knowing what to do. She wanted to do something, and nothing. It was too hard to think. Every thought … More Marshmallow Brain
Full moon rises, signaling the final cycle of summer. With it comes waves of emotions as it pulls at us. What did the last month bring? What will next month bring? What does she need to be rid of? She reflected on the powers controlling her, realizing how much she was influenced by others still. … More Harvest Moon Rises
Life can be overwhelming. The world is in chaos. Anxiety sets in, wrapping it’s fingers around her chest. Squeezing, suffocating. All-consuming, no way out. Cold laughter, it’s winning. Breath comes shorter, harder, shallower, more and more difficult. Vision fogs, brain stops functioning. Surely this is death. Must escape. This is not death. This is yet … More Breathe—The cold hands of anxiety
*Trigger Warning. Contains stories of sexual, physical, and mental abuse. She was 16. Her eating disorder had gotten worse in the past year, bad enough that she felt the need to reach out for help. It was the Cinco de Mayo celebration at her school. She had binged on delicious food, then promptly went to … More When her world fell apart, he was there.