But where did she go after I freed her? Where did she find herself after I told her how worthy she is? How loved she is? How much she is loved by God?
Dear Twelve, I’ve not forgotten you, do not worry. I remember that day you chose to wear that t-shirt. You know— the one with the giant head of a pig on the front, wearing a straw hat and chewing on a strand… Read More
My head, in a painful fog. My heart, in an aching war. Alone, out in the darkness. This blade within my core is severing all my joy. It’s strange to know that I am my own assailant. Every twist of this blade… Read More
Her emotions become chaotic, She’d wish she was catatonic. ‘Cause the concealed pain Revealed on this emotional train, Is often far beyond her grasp. Her control will never last. Her eyes will bleed of tears, Familiar through the years. Her voice will… Read More
I pulled my debit card out of the ticket machine, and retrieved my ticket as it spit out. I slid it in my jacket pocket, adjusted my purse strap on my right shoulder, and made my way to the concession. As I… Read More
Of all of the experiences I have been through, the toughest, by far, would be in loving myself. It has been tough, mainly because I haven’t felt worthy. I could say that I wish I had known this piece of information years earlier, but then I wouldn’t be who I am today. And now that I’ve discovered more of whom that is—I quite like her.