December 2013

"The cycle repeats and repeats. Never to be broken. My wings have been clipped, shredded and discarded. My soul and my spirit when with them." My face has been wet with tears for months. I constantly try to understand how people can be so mean without remorse. It doesn't matter what someone said or did - is it really justifiable to make…

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Permission to Feel

"I felt relief. Relief. Relief that as I sat there, crying, make-up streaming down my flushed face, eyes swollen and red, snot running from my nose, I was me for the first time in a long time. Don’t get me wrong – I was a hot mess, but I was me." I think one of the most important things I have learned…

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In the Beginning

"The following weeks were a whirlwind. He texted or called me all of the time and was always asking when he could see me. He was open about the feelings he had for me – with me and his friends and family. I fell and I fell hard. I felt like I finally found the person I might spend the rest of…

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Imprisoned As He Walks Free

"He is the doer of the bruises, of the pain, of the parts of my life that will never be the same, yet somehow I am the one wading through the aftermath while he feels validated – as though he is the victim." There are still days I wonder why he gets to go on with life like nothing happened when my…

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The Physical Symptoms of My Mental Conditions

"And I am deeper in my hole and beginning to be buried by shame. It’s dark. It’s scary. It’s physically and mentally painful – and it’s an all too familiar home. I’ve visited it many times." It's a knot in my stomach so tight it feels like a medical emergency. It's nausea that rises to the top of my throat and stays…

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