Dear Danny, I had to work today. I dreaded it cuz it’s nearing Thanksgiving and you know how the store gets near the holidays. Everybody and they mama is in the store, buying up all the groceries, and just chaos everywhere. I’m dreading Wednesday. I have a 3-hour shift but I’m so dreading it… I... Continue Reading →
A Letter to a Friend Who Decided Life was Too Much & Killed Himself (Dear Danny)
Dear Danny, I thought…I thought I could write about this but I don’t think I can. My mind is still mush and my heart is halfway attached to my torn sleeve and halfway on the floor, a trail of dried blood following me. I can’t do this… *** Suicide just… hits differently than regular death.... Continue Reading →
When the Writer Uses Programming to Cope with PTSD
If I can control the external environment in front of me, namely my laptop, maybe I can control the inner, darker parts of me too. With Halloween being tomorrow, and the day not quite being over yet, I need all the light and promise programming offers that I can get.
The Quiet of Night is Unnerving
History is repeating itself. I just sent a text message to a good, close friend of mine and it’s similar to something the younger me sent my ex-boyfriend in the past, forever ago, 6 weeks before I graduated college. The quiet of night is unnerving. I’m sitting in the dark, reading The Perks of Being... Continue Reading →
On Being Alone or “Things to Learn in Life as an Adult”
I have to be okay, again, with being alone. In the still quiet of darkness. I have to relearn the art of loving writing, not merely for the off chance of readership or publication, but for myself, to get out of my head all the thoughts that plague me, if for no other reason than... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 