What does your silence mean?
I’m writing because I have questions for you. You haven’t been in contact with me since that horrible day I needed you. An important person in my life took my secrets and truths and shared them with you. The presentation was horrific.
Our lives have always been unconventional, atypical. Year after year, there was always a fortissimo of chaos. I went from innocence and ignorance to dissociation. Continue reading “Letter To Someone I May Have To Let Go”
To the man who saw all of me, and loves me anyways, thank you.
Can you recall so long ago, the first time we met?
We started off on the right track, being friends first.
Mexican and margaritas was our thing. The first time we went out and shared a meal as friends, I opened my heart to you. That is very rare indeed. It is usually me hearing the problems, not me telling the problems.
I never felt judged by you. I never felt criticized by you. I felt comfortable to be who I was in the moment.
It is funny sometimes how things work out. Your life took a turn and a lot of things began to change for you. We would lose touch every couple months and then find each other again. Ours was a rare sort of friendship. Looking back now, I can see it was the beginning of a foundation. Continue reading “Light or Dark, We Have Each Other”
Aunt Flo is here. Mother Nature is calling. It’s Shark Week! I’m raggin’.
Whatever the hell you want to call that ridiculous and annoying time of the month, the menstrual cycle. I’m fed up with with being a woman right now and thought it would help to compile a small list of some of the things I hate, with a passion, during this time.
Be mindful of the language, my hormones are raging after all. Continue reading “10 Reasons Why Aunt Flo Can Kiss My Ass”
Girl, you’ve had it rough.
No, stop! Don’t downplay what you have been through, the things you have experienced.
You feel like you have lived a million lives in one lifetime and you’re still young.
You’ve been abused, used, and confused.
You’ve sped through the years on the back-burner because that is what you do to survive. Continue reading “I Am A Warrior”