it’s staring at me. its hard, dark shell threatens to eat me. it will tempt me and tease me and taunt me and entice me until i give in and deposit my soul in it. it will roll me away and take me far from what i know — far from what and who i… Continue reading luggage


The Diary of a Healing Twenty-Something

I have spent all of my life convincing myself that things will be okay. Making things okay. In my earliest formative years, I learned that it was most certainly not allowed to cry. It was certainly not allowed to raise your voice or interrupt adult time. Running in the house was certainly not allowed. Seven… Continue reading The Diary of a Healing Twenty-Something