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A Blur

The time surrounding Robert’s death was a blur. One big blur. A swirling of memories and moments that were difficult, strange. The funeral was planned by Robert’s sister and his brother. 419 more words

Domestic Violence

The Law and Loss

After The Devil was arrested, waiting for his hearing at his parents’ home, I got a call from my Father-in-Law. The Devil wanted pictures of our family. 780 more words

Domestic Violence

What to do when you find yourself between a rock and a dark hole.

As of late, I’ve been finding it ever so increasingly hard to pull myself out of the dark abyss of my looming depression. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to stay in bed with the curtains shut, not study or write exams and fail at life (seeing as college is my final attempt,  no re-do’s if I fail… well maybe only 2 for medical students) but the necessity of passing, pulls me out of bed every single morning. 649 more words

Life With Retro

Death Comes Quickly

That summer was the worst summer of my life. The Devil was out of control. Accusing, disappearing for hours on end, returning and demanding to be let into the house. 561 more words

Domestic Violence

On The Couch

My days are all the same. I sit on the couch. I get on the computer, I watch TV. and, about once a week, I write. 1,154 more words

Death And Loss

"grief calls us to the things of this world"

The morning air is all awash with angels

—Richard Wilbur, “Love Calls Us to the Things of This World”

The eyes open to a blue telephone… 188 more words


A Stolen Diary...Sort Of

I couldn’t put them down–the diaries left behind by my new husband’s late wife as she journaled through her terminal illness. Page after page of her journals were filled with admonitions to stay positive, to embrace ‘the now’, to ‘claim’ the health, happiness and healing that belonged to her from the universe. 647 more words