A Note on Style

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

On Apathy

That feeling of nothing permeated her every moment. Moments of fleeting joy quickly turned sour as her brain couldn’t catch up. She was not sad, she was nothing. No joy, no tears, no anger. Floating through the days, waiting for the one where she would wake up and be herself again. She knew the day … More On Apathy

Fighting destiny, letting life happen on life’s terms

Exhaustion plagued every moment. She slept but was greeted with her mind’s twisted visions. On awakening, she never felt awake. She struggled through each day, being constantly pushed back into the grips of exhaustion. She was so tired. When would it get better? The loneliness had it’s claws around her. No matter how hard she … More Fighting destiny, letting life happen on life’s terms

New beginnings

A year ago her life felt hopeless. She was lost, adrift at sea. Today she has conquered many fears, faced her past, and branched out. She faces new challenges as mountains to climb. Hard work, yes, but the high of reaching the summit pushes her forward. She can and will conquer all challenges.

Her cozy cell—self imprisonment of the heart

She’d always thought she wore her heart on her sleeve, trusting too easily, jumping into love too quickly, willing to believe the best in everyone. She was brutally honest, didn’t hide her defects, owned her mistakes. She dropped everything to be there for those she loved. She gave everything she had to her loved ones. … More Her cozy cell—self imprisonment of the heart

The voice of fear

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

First Love— Remembering what was, not what could have been.

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.

Sexual awakening—shame, guilt, and rediscovery part 1.

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Summer Snow

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