Dear universe, and the people who live in it… Where are you? When I need you, too…where do you go? I know where I am when you need me…and it’s right there. I’m right there. If you need me, I’m here. When you need a shoulder, when you need advice…when you need support…I’m there. I’m […]
Dear depression, First of all, get the FUCK out of here. You’re nothing but a liar, a thief, and a critic. When you’re here, it doesn’t matter what else exists. What, you’re gonna tell me that my life isn’t worth it? That my life isn’t worth living? That I’m not worth fighting for? Bitch, get
Dear son, Today, you’ll finally get the gift I sent you in the mail for Christmas. Despite my own timeliness, USPS had other prerogatives, and your “guaranteed” Christmas Eve arrival is only just getting to you today…on the 30th. I’m truly so sorry about the delay, I hoped to have it there as promised…by Christmas.
Dear anything, While I don’t know exactly what I need from you right now, I do know that it’s something. Anything. I need anything to keep going. An ounce of hope. A reason to believe things will be okay… An iota of stress being taken off my plate. Things are only getting more and more
Fake it until you can’t, and then completely shut down. At least, that’s what I did in therapy last night. I showed up, talked about everything that had nothing to do with anything serious…and then the moment my brain was forced to focus on all the bad I’m trying so hard to shove down? That
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Dear therapist, You and I have been through some serious shit together. At least 9 years of shit. Maybe even closer to 10. Things haven’t always been easy and sunshine and rainbows and smooth sailing when it comes to our relationship. In fact, there’s actually been a lot of hurdles and obstacles and struggles that
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Dear son, Today, you turned 10 years old. Despite the fact that absolutely nothing about today went right, I still did what I always do on April 4th each year. Listened to my songs that remind me of you. Thought of you ALL day long. Carried you with me, and honored you in every way
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Oh, Sunday night. Here we are again. Another week, another anxious feeling. Monday looming in the not so distant future. This week will be a tough one, I won’t lie. Everyone home, a holiday week, an alternate schedule. The need to write is urgent and immediate…like, if I don’t get it out, I won’t feel
Dear my introvert self, I know you’re hurting. I know you feel unseen. Unheard. Ignored. These past few weeks have been chaos, long, and with so, so much forced interaction. With both familiar faces…and brand new. Most good, but all draining. Your weekends, once your safe space, your time of recharge, and the reset you
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Dear weekend, I’m not quite ready for you to leave me just yet. You were too busy, too fast, too chaotic. If I could just have one more day, one more Sunday… I’m just not ready to move on yet. I’m not ready to meet Monday where it is. Sunday, you weren’t good to me
