Ignoring myself is Easy
I’m selling my soul again. And no- No one’s making me do it. Not a magical genie who prophesied the idea or a devil manipulating...
I’m selling my soul again. And no- No one’s making me do it. Not a magical genie who prophesied the idea or a devil manipulating...
Grief never stops. She simply camouflages herself in different forms, daring you to challenge facing it, day after day. Sometimes sexy and alluring, we all...
Today I’m Angry. My therapist would be so proud. I’m not an angry person, my defaults typically land me somewhere between Sad & Grief-Stricken. But...
The world is fuzzy, you think have been here before, or maybe this isn’t the first time you’ve woken up, there’s beeping, voices in the...
On the sallow, white-washed wall nails, dark and consumed by fear have left behind the vivid scratch marks of your pain. I wonder what happened...