Five Months Later

Five months ago things were really, really bad. I was spent. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Devastated. For weeks after that horrifying weekend I wondered if I would ever be happy again. I wondered when it would stop hurting so much. I hoped it would be sooner than later. I was permanently altered in those moments in the [...] [...]

No tissues in my pocket at the end of the night

I have cried every day for the last two and a half weeks. Some of those tears came in giant waves, ripping apart my heart as they flowed non-stop from my eyes. Some of them were single tears that spilled over the edge of my eyelids in my failed attempt to keep it all together. [...] [...]