We were just talking... like survivors do when we talk. Open, honest, raw and no bullshit. We've heard it all before, we don't need to hear it from each other. Strangers listening in might describe the conversations as brutal attacks, hitting one another with one truth after another, a no holds barred, verbal slug fest. … Continue reading Predator & Prey
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written and I mean truly written. So today I decided to speak my truths and there are so many swirling around in my mind that I’m not quite sure where to begin. I guess I’ll write you a letter and just never send it out…nothing could go … Continue reading It’s been a long time…
Oh wow, do i think about you often. In the beginning you were there, always and not so subtly. i was the first to put you back on the walls. And then after some time you weren't there at all, in fact you turned your back... i didn't see you again for a while. It … Continue reading Anniversary spoons~ a poem~
I watched the video I made titled "My Amazing Life" again for the first time in a long while and it shook me. There smack dab in the middle of my spoken word about the gratitude I felt for my life... was him. My rapist. I had to pause the video. I stared into the … Continue reading The irony of my amazing life…
"I had bits of memories, like scraps of paper pressed between the novels of what I knew to be true, that hid tiny truths within my pages whispered between bruises and never quite scratched the surface, never settled as deep as the blows." My truth was that I was so comfortable living in my pain … Continue reading The power of forgiveness
I don't want to bore you with inauthentic garbage. I want to spill the contents of my mind and hope that something genuine lands on this virtual paper. So what issue to discuss today? The fact that I get affirmation from others that the contents of my head are sometimes worthy of sharing but I … Continue reading Gilded Cage
Quite frankly not a topic I ever wanted to discuss, which is all the more reason to put it out there and let the chips fall where they may. I was pretty much forced into this conversation by a seemingly well-meaning gentleman, although the aftermath let my insides twisted and feeling like minced meat. He … Continue reading The ugly truth.
The letter I wish I had written to myself years ago. Dear self, It is ok. All of it. Every last bit of every single thing you have ever been and ever done is ok. There is nothing that defines you. You are limitless and boundless. You are forgiven. I forgive you. For everything. For … Continue reading Letter to self
