*hiss*I hear you.I can’t help but laugh.Do I make evil that nervous?I must.He’s sending his army of snakes, rats, roaches.Vial falling from their lips as if the same old poison would harm me. Silly fools.Come.Slither.Crawl.Scratch.Your jealously is sickening. I will not fall for the same ploys that girl I once was mistook for kindness.Come.Feed my … Continue reading Day 632
Author: theoptimisticwidow
Day 629
“And you, you were the one I treated the worst. Only because you loved me the most.” You know those moments when you cry out to God? "Please have mercy on me.” *silence* " I am weak. I am exhausted. I have trusted in you and I feel FUCKING FORSAKEN!” *silence* Laying on my floor … Continue reading Day 629
Day 624
Losing Nick has been hard. Suffocatingly so. I couldn’t understand why it was so painful. Besides the obvious. This though. This was a monsoon. “The rain came pouring down just when I was drowning” -TS It had felt as if I were actually making headway with Dave grief. I was immersed in that place. Breathing … Continue reading Day 624
Day 610
“I couldn’t wait for no man Divided your face in freehand, because Oh this context There’s context in our love” ~Freehand (Novo Amor) Morning motivation (Tweet tweet) *blink* *wince* The sun is coming up Ugh No Let me stay here Not yet I’m not ready yet (Tweet tweet) *sigh* (Tweet tweet) Yes! Yes tweet tweet … Continue reading Day 610
Day 601
There comes a point in loss where you start to feel nothing. Unlike with fire where you feel nothing and all of it at once. This frost creeps. Feeling everything and then suddenly the stillness, cold, echoing, nothingness. It seems fitting I would feel frost bitten in the wake of his loss. We watched Frozen … Continue reading Day 601
Day 599
Strip away your masks and expose all you’ve hidden. It’s the only way to truly find yourself. I was able to catch up with a woman who was once so pivotal in the growth of my personality. She reminded me of all I once held dear. Musicals have always been my soul. Listening to these … Continue reading Day 599
Speak
No sleep. No makeup. Look like shit. Fuck it. Speak. 1-800-273-8255 #IAmOne #suicideawareness #speakyourtruth #reachout #neveralone #silentnomore #breakthestigmaofmentalillness @stigmatizedjourney
Day 596
"Time moves slow When half of your heart has yet to come home Every minute’s adding up And leaves a mark on us" ~Sleeping at Last I wanted to make something for you. My art tends to be selfish. I make random depictions of pain cause by the lack of you but this time I … Continue reading Day 596
Art will always be my salvation
I don't share because I think I sound good but because I am exercising my goddamn demons. And I know I'm not alone in that 👌
Day 588
**Disclaimer: this is my therapy. Please don't misinterpret or interject you're own feelings into my grief process ** Tonight a huge part of me wishes I could suffocate from this grief. I wish I could lay like in a body of water and float into oblivion until finally I went under. I spend months. MONTHS! … Continue reading Day 588
