“Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past. Well, we knew we had the good things, but those never seemed to last.” — Modest Mouse A few nights ago, I found myself in a familiar position. It was summer. I was sitting on a porch watching the moon rise. I was crying… Continue reading I carry you with me
It feels like a punch to my gut typing that because I know that no matter what I do, people will draw untrue conclusions or think of me as an attention-seeking basket-case, but let me tell you there was no attention to gain for four days straight when I climbed the stairs to a parking garage after doing traffic in the morning show and called the suicide hotline, begging for the pain to stop.
“How long must I wait for you undone in the evening?” — Daughter It’s 1:26 a.m. on a Friday morning. I have work tomorrow, but tonight, I’m skipping the numbness. I’m not going to mindlessly watch “Real Housewives” to take me out of the negative thought vortex. I’m not going to eat ice cream just… Continue reading This place was never the same again
I write this on the eve of my 25th birthday. I have a lot of mixed feelings because the damned expectations versus reality curse is striking again. There are a lot of things that I thought would/should have happened by now, and there are plenty of things that I can’t believe I already accomplished, but… Continue reading 25 things I learned in 25 years
“The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here.” — J.K. Rowling How we act in the face of pain doesn’t always make sense. Most of the time, the reaction is destructive and numbing, whether it’s found at the bottom of a bottle or in the warmth of a… Continue reading The Haunting of Sarah Gisriel
I love people, a lot. It might be my downfall, but this time I was lucky to let in the Leslie Knope to my Ann Perkins.
Can you imagine how refreshing it would be to hear someone with the seemingly “perfect life” admit that they don’t always know their way, that they don’t have all the answers and that at the end of the day, they’re just as scared and broken as the rest of us?