My skin still burns. The pain feels current, even though the waves of the abuse have long since washed away. Why do I still feel you? Why do I still see you? Your touch leaves a residue; a grime that … Continue reading

Who’s Going to Save Me?


I woke up with the shits, and then had a mental breakdown in the grocery store. There were people everywhere, with their lives together, and all I could do was hide in my husbands chest and wish I could just … Continue reading

Broken, Healing


There are pieces of me strewn along the office floor. There are parts of me hiding in the drawers of the guest room. Pieces of me hiding under my bed, thrown into the closets, sleeping under my pillow. Each pile … Continue reading

On the Duggar Family, and the Legacy of Abuse


I’ll admit it, I was a fan of the Duggar family. I did NOT agree (and was often outraged) with any of their religious or political views, but I can completely disagree with a persons moral values and still respect their … Continue reading



Sometimes, I miss the cigarettes. I miss the booze. I miss the blade over my skin. Mostly, I miss the avoidance. I could wrap all of my unsettling feelings up with a nice little bow, and pretend they didn’t exist. … Continue reading

please, don’t leave me


  i wake up to the back of his neck. i nuzzle my face into his skin and i repeat i need you i need you i need you i stare at the tattoo on his back his hair the way … Continue reading

Some Things You Can’t Go Back To


People change. I think sometimes, the replacing of a stagnant creature benefits all … but sometimes, the transformation is almost too much to bear. Some things you can’t go back to. Inevitably, time slips away, and with it leaves the … Continue reading