Blockston, Pt. 4
Be sure to read part one, two, three, and five. Mia slowly closed the big, paint peeled door behind her and let her eyes adjust to the dark. Large wooden stairs rose in the dark shadows to her left,...
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Be sure to read part one, two, three, and four. Mia felt as if she were spinning round and round, faster and faster, the walls seemingly closing in on her. Her breathing came shallow, and she was...
View ArticleSnatch Up the Nuggets
Moving on… As if we simply turn our back on it and walk away. And yet that’s impossible. The hurts, the mistakes, the wrongs, the struggles… We strive to move on and get past them in an effort to keep...
View ArticleWhen the Dreams Shatter the Night
I’m jolted awake and realize tears are flowing down my cheeks. I feel sick to my stomach, and my heart is beating hard and fast. I blink three times trying to establish reality and hug my pillow tight....
View ArticleMuddled Trust
Trust. The word itself conjures up mixed emotions. We feel grateful for those we can trust through thick and thin. We feel anger and hurt when we think of those who’ve taken advantage of our trust. We...
View ArticleMy Love Hate Relationship With Fall
Fall… the very word conjures up visions of cloudy days, chilly fingers, and a depressing gloom. Everything bad happens in the fall. For real. My cat died in the fall (on my birthday). Bill Clinton...
View Article10 Ways to Beat the Depression Spiral
Depression can swallow you up before you realize it. Here are ten ways you can nip it in the bud or pry your soul from its grip. 1. Recognize patterns. Does depression rear its ugly head at certain...
View ArticleTwo Powerful Stories of Freedom
Every once in a while, I come across an article or story that just sticks with me, and I just can’t get it out of my head. I find myself pondering on it as I go through my day. Here are a couple of...
View ArticleWhen You’re Broken, and You Know It
Broken. It’s a word that’s been running circles in my head for several days now. Broken. It’s more than just admitting my childhood/early adulthood has adversely affected me. It’s more than just...
View ArticleI’m All Inside Out
October eleventh. A tiny crumble trickled down into the abyss of memory loss. Just a tiny crumb. The islands of my personality went from full color animation to unsaturated stillness. Joy, Fear,...
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