Don't Ask Me How I'm Doing

It's been awhile.  Awhile since you slipped into my slumber.  But last night you came.  And instead of choking on tears and fears it was...

You've visited a lot of my dreams over the last few weeks.  I don't know why.  Memories of you, and me, pop in my head more and mo...

Last night I stared at the growing number of prescription bottles on my bathroom counter.  I wondered what would happen if I took them all. ...

Night is cruel

I’m not good at this.   I’m really not good at anything anymore.   I know I use to be.   I use to be determined and curious and had...

I hate the nauseating burn of shame and embarrassment that accompanies rejection. I'm on fire.

I hate the burning ache.  The one that splashes over me when you pass through my mind. W, the thought of you is mingled with the thought o...