098 – Thu, Apr 29, 2018, 8:58 PM
April 1, 2019
I started school this month. It’s been intense, learning to live again inside rules and structure. I can’t get up and walk away when I need to be alone with you.
sometimes I need to be physically alone
075 – Tue, Jan 9, 2018, 10:04 PM
January 1, 2019
When I think of thankfulness, all I can think of is the time I had with you. The whispered conversations. The whoosh of your first movements. The tactile knowledge of your hands, and your face, and your very active feet.
019 – Sun, Jul 16, 2017 at 12:17 PM
July 1, 2018
I wake up in the morning, and you aren’t there. This is the worst part of my day.
Coming Alive Again
June 1, 2018
Crawling out of the early days and fog of grief after the death of my child and rejoining the world is one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life.
A letter to my roommate, who puts up with far more than she deserves
March 29, 2018
Sometimes, I am still a b****. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve any of my anger. You’re just there, sitting closest to me. You shouldn’t have to make any changes.
7 Feb 2018 – Beauty
February 7, 2018
This instinct for planning is painful to me. The best parts of my future are still achingly incomplete. I didn’t find him here because I carried him with me. I carry him and the world and the world is so heavy.
