Almost a year: 11-months into grief
Happy birthday to me, I don’t have a mom anymore. Poor taste, but I am still leaving it here because I am sad and I
Happy birthday to me, I don’t have a mom anymore. Poor taste, but I am still leaving it here because I am sad and I
For real, I forget that I made this post public. My writing is an attempt to straighten out the spaghetti string of thoughts flying through
What kind of mom would I have been to my mom? If this was a different universe. I would have moved across the world, endured
Holy fuck shit. I thoughts I was only 9-months into this prison sentence. But it’s 10-months. Wait, it’s only 9-months. I think I am disassociating.
So maybe my mom was my moral compass or maybe she was the re-enforcement of guilt to keep me from my darker side. I don’t
If I go to tarot one more time please commit me to a wellness resort. I realized that there are three groups of people in
Am I a clinical psychopath? I am not qualified but the girl next to at the coffee shop is a med student and can maybe
Life races forward and for this reason my resentment is at a medium level. I challenged myself to try something new each week that kind
Alright, one of these days I will have more uplifting posts. It’s not the time right now. As I sit here watching The Great British
So my mother’s three-month anniversary of passing and birthday all lined up into one day. What can I say about three months into grief? It