My Abusive Relationship

I found one of my "Arizona journals" yesterday which I haven't read since I moved home in 2014.  This one was started in 2013 during the year before I moved home, the day after I turned 27.  It had some really great moments and it felt good seeing myself with an inner light, even though … Continue reading My Abusive Relationship

Pack-up the Pity Parade

So the last 2 nights, I was semi-suicidal.  Honestly, that might be one of the most ridiculous sentences I've written in the entirety of my adulthood. But, it's the truth all the same. In my youth, I always had an infatuation with Sylvia Plath; I would be lying if I said that flame burned out entirely.  She was the author that … Continue reading Pack-up the Pity Parade