“They were the ghosts in the night, the monsters under my bed, the reason I wouldn’t open my closet in the dark.”
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Twelve Years of Eyeliner
If you’re on Facebook, I am sure you’ve seen the profile Pic challenge going around, where you share your first profile pic and then your most recent. I don’t think I’m doing this right.
On Anxiety and Foreboding
when I see things coming at me that cause me to worry, I don’t see a problem in assuming they might happen the way that I fear, and making plans accordingly. After all, I’m often right, about both my worries and my hopes.
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Processing My Memories and My Feelings About Them Can Take Years
All this to say, I don’t remember if I consciously quit, or if I just happened to forget that I used to keep trying. I wonder what else I’ve forgotten,
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I Am Not Defined by the Shadows That Surround Me
I am not defined by what I am not. ‘I am’ is a simple and powerful statement to claim daily as I struggle to understand my identity.
Little White Lies
I did not fear the truth because of your possible reaction; I feared the truth because of my own reaction.
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“You’ll feel like you’re dying, but you aren’t, until you are…”
“I don’t try to avoid the pain. I meditate on it. I notice its breadth and depth. I rewrite it by refusing to avoid the sensation by contorting my frame. I stand as strong as I can… no matter how hard this pain pushes back.”
Writing Through the Darkness
The weekend before Election Day, I went home for the first time in 35 years.