I often confuse myself. I battle depression seemingly on an hour to hour basis. Sometimes I’m fine and other times not so much. I have wondered sometimes what is the point of life and living, but on the other hand, I fear death. 250 more words
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My father’s mother, my paternal grandmother was not an easy woman. She was incredibly strong, the oldest breast cancer survivor I ever knew (savage mastectomy in the 1940s, lived into her 90s), and her relationships, including with all of us was a complicated relationship at best. 2,190 more words
By Amanda Cleary Eastep
The young girl was standing in the snow, wearing only pajamas and snow boots.
My car had just rounded the curve in the road that separates our condos from the apartments. 1,447 more words