This picture of me felt like the first time I ever saw myself. . You keep telling me I’ve changed so much. . Most days, I don’t see it. . Then somedays, I catch a glimpse of me, and I don’t recognize the girl in the photo. The girl in the mirror. . You say it in a negative way. . I asked my friends…

There is a season for everything and everything has a season. That’s what they tell us, right? . I could feel my limbs creak like a dried-out tree in winter when I tried to write. I wasn’t dead, not yet, but the season of being dormant had set in deep. Autumn had come like a thief, stripping away things I loved and held dear. ….

I had to take a class as part of my legal hearing. I thought it would be about kids but it ended up being more about me. I hadn’t anticipated walking away from it with new thoughts on where I was in my life but I did. I found it helpful and not a waste of my time. . We spend a lot of time…

“I’ll stay.” . Words I wept a number of times during the month of November. Words I carried with me through December. Words that I often think on, remembering, pondering, holding. . In October I sat in my therapist’s office. I relayed this feeling of wanting to run away. How I spent a lot of energy thinking about running away when things happened, like cleaning…

“I wish I could do better by you‘Cause that’s what you deserveYou sacrifice so much of your lifeIn order for this to workWhile I’m off chasing my own dreamsSailing around the worldPlease, know that I’m yours to keepMy beautiful girlWhen you cry a piece of my heart diesKnowing that I may have been the causeIf you were to leave, fulfill someone else’s dreamsI think I…

I carry around vitamins in my van. I’m sure this has compromised their integrity with temperature changes. I put them in the van in the dead of winter because it was the one place I knew I would remember to take them. Before the world went into lockdown my van was the place I spent most of my time. . I’ve cried a lot of…

There are a lot of thoughts swirling in my mind right now. . Reading the last post made here almost exactly a year ago is hard. I can feel it in my tone, the unraveling that had started much longer ago but was beginning to seep through. My deep sadness I could not mask any longer. My deep need to be seen and heard and…