Collapsed in the middle of my father’s large empty townhome, I hold my head in my lap and begin to rock while quietly repeating to myself, “everything is going to be ok, you will be ok.” 2,934 more words
I’m ready to write again. I’ve kept my pen from the page (and my fingers from the keyboard) for far too long. I needed time to release my grip on the past so I could turn my eyes to the future. 536 more words
Letting go of a person, item, or idea is anxiety inducing and often times downright painful. For many years, I held on to jobs, people, ideas, & beliefs (who) which were conflicting with the very core of who I am. 1,003 more words
Her smile. Her voice. Her laughter. Her cheeky stares. Her messy hair. Her constant little nuances. Her touch.
For 10 years, she has never been away from me for this long and so far away. 153 more words
Today has been a slightly strange day. I am coming off a happy high from a fabulous weekend in Maryland with my very best friend. I laughed more this past weekend than I have in a really long time. 330 more words