25 Sunday Mar 2018
My daughter’s sleepover with about 9 teenage girls. The dog was not so happy. Hopefully, she is as tired as I am and will sleep late in the AM.
I cannot believe my kid is old enough to drive and will be able to vote next year.
Where did my little girl go?
10 Saturday Mar 2018
Tags
Creative writing, family, forgive, Health, journal, Life, mental illness, Pain, relationships, sad, self-doubt, self-harm, self-medicating, Thoughts, Women
Please forgive me
Forgive me for not caring enough about myself to be there for you
Forgive me for that day I let him do what he did
Forgive me for feeling so sad I needed something to stop the voices
Forgive me for self-medicating with alcohol and nicotine
Forgive me for self-harming with scissors, odd combinations of legal substances, and overeating
Forgive me for not being healthy during the few weeks you were in my life
Forgive me for not listening to the right voices, real and imaginary, who told me my choices were wrong
Forgive me for not trying again to bring your soul into the world
I know someone called you home
I know you have wings and fly with the others, happy, free of pain
I know that place needed you more than I did
28
28 weeks
28 weeks was not enough
not being able to hear you laugh
not hearing your cry
not feeling your sweet breath on my skin
I want to be happy with what I have
To do that, I need you to forgive me for not being the mommy I wanted to be, the one you needed me to be
I need you to forgive me because I cannot do it myself
07 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted in #AmWriting, #IndieAuthor, Aging, Body Image, Books, Bullying, Choices, Depression, Health, Indie Author, Infant Loss, Mental Health, Silence, Sleep Disorder, Supportive
make for better conversation
a lyric that rings in my ears from time to time.
sometimes it’s the scars you don’t see that make a lasting impression on the soul
yet no one else can see them
no one else can sense how deep they truly go
or how to heal them
07 Tuesday Nov 2017
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Art, Autumn, Books, Characters, Creative writing, death, dreams, fall, Fiction, fun, genre, Health, Life, Novel, Novels, quotes, reading, Recovery, relationships, sad, Survival, Thoughts, Women, writing
I like Fall, really I do. The pretty leaves, the cool air.
I hate Fall too. It’s like the last mile before I hang. Awaiting hibernation. A kind of death of sorts.
04 Saturday Nov 2017
Posted in #AmWriting, Aging, Author, Body Image, Bullying, Choices, Daily Grind, Decisions, Depression, Family, Mental Health, Sleep Disorder, Supportive
15 Sunday Oct 2017
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Beauty, Books, Characters, Creative writing, critique, dreams, family, Fiction, friends, genre, Health, Life, music, Novel, Novels, quotes, reading, Recovery, relationships, review, sad, Survival, Thoughts, Women, writing
Time cannot dissolve the pain
The scars stay fixed and fibrous
Remodeled bone creaks again
Fear hangs in the air, forever timeless
Nothing can heal those wounds
You’re broken, no longer whole
Evermore changing, reckless moods
An empty receptacle of a beaten soul
