RELATE. RECAPTURE. REDESIGN.
I have a battle on my hands and I know it. Yours is a battle I cannot fight; I can imagine it is an exhausting one. There will be sadness, probably more than there is now, and that's ok. Great sadness is the mark of a great thing being removed from this world, so it is in this sadness I turn to gratitude. Though my words here may cast shadows around my current state, there is no amount of darkness to overwhelm the brightness you have given me.
For the first 30 years of my life, I was not part of much in any meaningful way. I had my moments with family; I was well-behaved, polite, never set out to hurt anyone. Then again I never set out to do much of anything - I didn't want to upset anyone, and I didn't want any attention. Attention shines a light and exposes good and bad qualities alike - I didn't want any light shining on me. I wanted to go by unnoticed - and I was pretty successful.
Though it satisfies my selfish mind to align myself, to toe the line, I must move away from mirrored minds and reflective voices on the chorus line shouting "we are right and they are lying." I want my beliefs to be challenged, and you secure enough to be challenged. I want to be without answers and … Continue reading The Sun Is Still Here
Fear of not being taken seriously. Fear of freedom and fear of light. Fear of being superfluous. Fear that you won’t love your enemy. Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. Fear that what you love will prove inconsequential. Fear of death. Fear of running out of time. Fear of things left … Continue reading FEAR
I am a recovering alcoholic living with depression, generalized anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder. This is not news, but it has been a long time since I have written directly on the topic so I thought I would refresh your memory. My sobriety date is February 11, 2014, and I am without relapse, slip, or … Continue reading Recovery & Stigma
Though I am the bearer of fragility and foolishness, I harbor no hatred. I am the spark before judgment, the ghost disguising pride; I mustn’t give in to hatred.
OUT OF SPITE I LOVED YOU. RESISTING THE TEMPTATION OF REASON IN SPITE OF THEM ALL, I LOVED YOU. OR, I NEVER LOVED YOU IF IT EASES THE TIDE I MUST LOVE SOMETHING, SOMEWHERE. THE DOOR HOLDS, WATCHING … Continue reading The Fall of Love | A Path To Love
