It’s hard to know someone loathes you with such visceral hatred that it can be physically felt in the tension between text messages.
“You are just filling a void in yourself with other people and things that you should be filling with yourself.” That’s probably one of the greatest truths a friend has ever told me. The true-iest truth. In thinking about it I realized that most of the voids in me were created by the secrets… Continue reading On Filling Voids
I think recovering from guilt and sadness is incredibly difficult. I can't say it's easier or more difficult than any other addiction because those are the only two addictions with which I am familiar, (that's not entirely true, but the other will come in time), but I know guilt and sadness are overwhelmingly difficult to contain.… Continue reading On Recovery
there was only you.
After the kids went to bed last night, I sat at my kitchen table and took a deep breath. I started thinking about something my mom told me a couple of months ago. I was in class and she was feeding the kids. She had my Dragon on film staring and talking with someone in… Continue reading Angels in the Kitchen
For whatever reason, I hate making PB&J, but my kids love them. I hate the way everything gets all sticky and crumbly (I have a lot of weird quirks like this. You'll see.), so I have a system. Yes. A system. Pull out enough paper towels to cover the width of the table. I won't… Continue reading PB&J and the Meaning of Life
I think there is a moment in every Leaver's life when they're like... "Oh fuck. What have I done?!" I've had a lot of those moments over the course of the last 6 months and I would be a liar if I told you otherwise. The Left's hurt is immediate, based on my experience… Continue reading Good Enough