No, not her. Not the home wrecking kind. I'm talking about being this kind of woman. The one always on the fringe of happy coupledom. The one on paper who checks all the boxes, the one that is coveted from afar yet the up close and personal is a little too scary, a little too … Continue reading What it’s like being the other woman…
I fell. Head over heels and looking back it wasn't because he was a knight in shinning armor but because he was scared and flawed like me. I found myself seeking out all of his rough edges because that was what I was used to. It was comfortable to curl up in his darkness. But … Continue reading I fell…and grew.
My depression is not a switch I can turn on and off at will....My depression is sometimes stronger than my will, hell sometimes depression IS my will. I don't want to feel this empty hollow echoing of loneliness in my chest that drops like a metal pan on a tile floor in the middle of … Continue reading Let’s get fucking real…depression is not a switch I can turn on and off at will.
And she saw him approaching, walking along side his bike, coming from around the curve of the trail decked out in black and grey and she thought for a moment what a stark contrast he was from her colorful floral yoga pants and bright red top. The thought was fleeting and she thought it best … Continue reading Colors