The Blessing and The Curse

Be honest:  we all want to be blessed.  Deep inside us, we yearn to matter to those that are part of our private circle.  The more significant the individual is to us, the more we long for affirmation from them.   326 more words

Mental Health

Hold Me No Longer

Childhood trauma, ugh.  Every moment of every day gives birth to a rewind of the jumbled emotions spawned as a result of the cruelty.  The psychological building blocks constructed in my intimate being are twisted and inferior.   262 more words

The Madness

My Present is My Future

Feelings creep into the chamber, like smoke fills a room, enslaving me to the past.  Images flash before me so sharp and acrid that I can still taste the bitter tears that flooded my cheeks.   885 more words

The Madness

Daily Challenge Check-in: May 19, 2015

Words/Time: 495 words revising “Pithea” with two of my sisters over Skype. Also known as the 41st meeting of the Tri-County Sisterhood of the Traveling Book. 93 more words

Daily Writing

You Are

If someone were to tell me that they have strong memories from when they were three years old, I might have had a hard time believing them.   294 more words

The Madness

Tiny Pieces of Hope

Maybe the things we’ve hidden ARE those barely perceptible, tiny, glimmering, pieces of hope.

And maybe the reason we have not, or don’t, cause an end to our “life in the madness” is BECAUSE OF those same barely perceptible, tiny, glimmering pieces of hope.

The Madness