Tag: depression

Seeing Double

My true Gemini. Two people in one. One moment, you. The next, a different you. I love them both. They’re both mine. I accept both. I treasure both. I find happiness in both. I choose them both. But, one, I’m not sure which… but one of those you’s, doesn’t love me back. I’ve known it. And I’ve picked you both every day, anyway. Xo, … Read More Seeing Double

Part 1

I don’t write happy things. I don’t write positive things. I can’t formulate a sentence in my head that comes off as sugary-sweet and not bitter-sweet. I don’t, I can’t. So then as the universe likes to do, you came into my life. But, you didn’t walk in, knocking then waiting for permission to come in. No, you fell smack down on my feet … Read More Part 1

Cotton Candy

My words will easily cut you like a knife in your heart.  Taste as sweet as cotton candy but if only for a moment.  This I know.  And I know my shortcomings of being too harsh, too cold, not enough chances. But, I make up for it ten fold, every time.  Yet, some just don't like cotton candy; your type of sweet.  Some see … Read More Cotton Candy

New Moon Part 1

I read that last nights Super Moon is actually called the “Mourning Moon.” Reading this satisfied my inner witch and helped me wake up this morning recharged and inspired. I couldn’t wait to feel this, all day, just to come home to my newly put up Christmas tree (a little early but I love it), and my puppy Kali. I couldn’t wait to sit … Read More New Moon Part 1

Read Me.

She said, “If I find someone you have to promise to let them spoil the shit out of you… And treat you well. “I fear you’ll get bored with someone who seems ‘too interested’ in you.” (Of course, she’s only known my whole adult life and therefore knows me better than most). And then she asked me, “Do you know how to be with … Read More Read Me.

Type of Girl

I’m a smart girl. I’m an averagely smart girl. I know a few things about life but not everything by any means. But, because I’m a smart girl, I know that when I have a bad day it happens for a reason. I know that when I think it’s the worst it will ever be, I know… Know all too well, that I’ve been through … Read More Type of Girl

Sometimes I like to get heavily medicated and think of you. 

Six Months

You call me and you think I won’t write about you? Of course I will. You call me and every line is dรฉjร  vu. I bet you have a script, don’t you? A script that you tell over and over to all the girls you bury alive. I’m sure. You call me and I hear your voice and there are no butterflies, no sunlight, … Read More Six Months

This is me, now.

I’m going to do something a little different here, bear with me? I lost my father about a year ago. He died of pancreatic cancer. I was his baby; the youngest. I also happened to be the only one mentally, emotionally and physically able to take care of him. When he died, I had it all together still. My sisters lost it, either reached … Read More This is me, now.