The Abuse I Couldn’t See
Each time I type out my story, I refrain from publishing it out of fear, doubt, victim’s guilt.
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When I Saw You Again For The First Time Since You Left
You’d walk by me. I’d call out your name. I’d ask you for the apology you denied me. I would tell you how much I’ve missed you.
You’re Everywhere I Go
Now all I hear are the echoes of our laughter faded in my mind – how fragile our relationship really was.
This Is The Way I Miss You
You know the sinking feeling – you’re falling through the void, and this time there’s no one there to catch you.
An Unsent Letter To My First Love
I Am Not Nervous, I Am Anxious
When The One You Loved Moved On (And You Didn’t)
This is the guy that you thought was perfect for you. This is the guy that you would stay up all night talking to on the phone because you wanted to hear his voice.
An Open Letter To The Friends I’ve Lost In Recovery
I still think about you every day. I wonder how you’re doing. I think about whether you’ve become clean as well and my heart aches for the pain you endured going through that process.
How Lithium Saved My Life
An Open Letter To Women Who May One Day Choose To Date Me
Dear women who may one day choose to date me, I’m guessing – hoping – you’re not racist by choice. But, prejudice, intolerance and sheltered thoughts can rear their head at any time. It’s like, “racism lite” or “diet racism”; these statements are meant to be harmless, but in reality, they carry a punch to the gut.
