I felt weak today. My body was tired. Demanding to be heard. The opening was they all needed. Devious minions. The ghost of my past have been doing a Mexican hat dance around me. The loudest one currently is the one who abused me at 15. He was not a bad person overall. I don’t … Continue reading Day 510
My heart is so heavy Sitting at the kitchen table without Tucker to try to steal the kids food is so foreign. I actually miss him grabbing the chicken from Izzy’s hand. Something that drove me nuts at the end of a long day. On Tuesday my soul knew. I heard my aunt and uncle … Continue reading Tuk Mon
*Crunch* *Crunch* I know that sound. I love hate that sound. The reassuring noise of the gravel beneath me as I walk deeper into my own labyrinth. God “the pit of my stomach is a dark fucking place.” I guess some days, months, years ...... No! Some lives are just more challenging overall. Eventually it … Continue reading Day 508
I made the mistake of thinking about us. Suddenly the oxygen was depleted around me. I became a vessel once again. I looked around at my room unable to identify anything. I was a stranger in my own life. Izzy starts babbling just waking up from her nap. *gasp* Nothing Like I am existing on … Continue reading Day 502
This is a video from November 2017. I made it for this amazing group I am apart of called Stigmatized: The Suicide Survivors Journey. To share my story. The part I don't like to share. I never posted it for them at the time. I was beyond scared to be completely vulnerable. After making it … Continue reading Day 501
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