Dear son, It’s just a random Tuesday in early August. There’s no holiday, no birthday coming up…no special date to remark of. Just another day. Yet still, I think of you. I think of you always. Literally, every single day. There isn’t a day that goes by, I promise you…not one…where I don’t think of […]
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Dear anybody, Yes, anybody at all. The ones I know and the ones that I don’t. The ones I’ve pushed away, and the ones I secretly hold the closest to my heart. Despite my words of opposition and my actions that make no sense, I need you. Desperately so. I don’t know what it is
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Dear therapist, First of all, thank you. Thank you for still…being there. And for trying to stick it out with me. We’ve been through a lot over the past few years, and I know I can be quite difficult. No matter where things go or end up, I’ll always be appreciative of the time you’ve
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Dear universe, please help me. I feel so scared and alone right now. Everything hurts and I feel like there’s no way out but…out. I’m losing ground in a battle that isn’t mine to win. I feel like I’m drowning, and instead of sending lifeboats, people are throwing rocks. Universe, I don’t ask of much
Dear son, Today is your birthday. Today, you are 8 years old. While this might seem like any other day to anyone else, it’s far from ordinary to me. 8 years ago today, you changed me, and I would never be the same. It was you who made me a mom, a title I hold
I love you always, but today I love you extra. Read More »
I had honestly hoped, as shitty as the situation was, that things could eventually become.. better. I thought things could…possibly one day resemble some sort of normalcy. Although I knew I might never forgive you, I tried to convince myself that maybe I could try. Because regardless of the shit that you did to me
Dear rapist, haven’t you taken enough from me? Read More »
It’s been 6 years now that you’ve been putting up with my shit. 6 years of you hanging in there with me. Of having my back…through the worst of times. And trust me…there have been a multitude of bad times. I’ve suggested, thought, accused, implied…whatever word you want to insert…you of not caring more times
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The world has so many expectation of all of us. How we should feel, what we should do, who and what we should be grateful for… But don’t let the unrealistic, oftentimes uneducated view of the world tell you otherwise. You’re not wrong. You’re not wrong about any of it. You have the right to
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Dear nightmares…… Tonight, you will not get me. I feel you, I see you creeping up from the shadows. You’ve been the forefront of my existence for too long now. Your content has been all to real…nothing short of a horror moving featuring my real life. Tonight, I won’t let the fear of you drink
Hey, kid. I’m so grateful to be talking to you again in this sort of context. The last time I wrote to you, I was pretty upset over some “conversations” (?) that took place between your (adoptive) dad and I. The conversation wasn’t initiated by me, yet it left me feeling………so many things. Awful? In
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