Hello, I’m Agnostic.

Today I told my father I am an agnostic. To that, he said that technically, by the definition of agnosticism, I've been an agnostic for a long time.  He's right in that department, of course.  I questioned my faith for so long before stepping outside it and accepting this label. Agnostic. It still feels strange. ...

You Left.

Trigger warning: This post contains an extensive discussion of cheating and divorce as well as several instances of strong language. I remember a time when I stood up for you, mother dear.  You had worked long hours on a concrete floor, and your fibromyalgia had flared up so badly you had collapsed into bed.  I...

Dear Grandmother

Let me begin by saying, Grandmother, that if you're reading this, I'm sorry.  I asked you to unfollow this blog.  I asked you to step back.  If you're reading this, it's your own fault.  I warned you. But then, maybe you need to read this.  Maybe you need to hear what I have to say. ...

i don’t know

someone help me please someone help me because i can’t think straight anymore pieces of my soul break away break apart pain clouds my mind and i don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie someone help me because the things i used to be sure of i’m not what surety can there be when...

Reintroduction

Hello, friend.  It's been a long time, hasn't it? I can't offer many good excuses for my disappearance.  The best I can come up with is simply that I ran out of things to say.  My life was pretty smooth around the time I left, and that doesn't make for good material for a blog...

Dearest

Dearest I know it hurts. Everything hurts. Wars of pain rage inside your mind And it just doesn't seem to stop. It never stops. Every inch of your soul aches And you just can't get anything inside To quiet down. I know. I know because Really That's how pain is. And true Some pain is...

Daddy

He arrives home from work still wearing his grease covered uniform, having completed yet another long day working underneath a tractor trailer.  He isn't smiling, but I know that's from the fatigue.  He works so hard to take care of Precious and me.  We both greet him as he heads to the dining room table...

Dear Mariah

Dear Mariah, Yesterday I was sitting in the bathroom stall at Big Lots, scrolling through Facebook when I heard you step into the bathroom, crying.  At once I worried what was wrong, my mind flitting over what it could possibly be.  I hurried out, careful to make it not seem like I was rushing, and...

Journals

You probably already know that I love writing.  I've been writing on this blog for several months, using one of my favorite things in the world to show others that they're not alone.  I've been writing in general since I was little, writing my first fanfiction when I was six and my first novel when I was...