Forgiveness

If you haven’t read the background story, you can find that here. Last weekend I went to my mom’s house to help her clean out her house. She’d been asking for a long time and I finally did it. In the process I came across this journal I shared with John when we were teenagers. … More Forgiveness

The demon frazzle

Stagnant energy filled her soul. Exhaustion permeating ever bone in her body. Day after day, all the same. She was frazzled. That’s the best word to describe it. Anxiety and emotional turmoil finally beat her down so that she frayed at the edges. It had a name. As with any demon, knowing it’s name gave … More The demon frazzle

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.