We are so good at making tragedy look beautiful that we focus on the painful parts of ourselves, the parts struggling to heal and so we forget about the battles we fought and the victory scars we bear. Jade NovelistRead More
I know I’m good at numbers because every day is a math lesson.
I count the days since my last attempt and wonder how soon before the next.
I look at my wardrobe filled with long sleeve t-shirts and the empty cabinets where the pills used to be.Read More
Sometimes I have conversations with myself, inner thoughts I don’t share with no one else.
I ask how does it feel to mean nothing, to have no one love you and make it seem like it’s your fault. How does it feel to be in a room full of laughs and wish for silence because your loneliness feels less metaphorical.Read More