Cuts like a knife

I don’t feel well today. I don’t feel well any days. Could it be for purging this morning? Probably. Could it be for having lunch with a “childhood” friend ? Probably. Could it be for just having lunch? Probably. Could it be the anxiety over due dates and deadlines? Probably. Could it be the anxiety […]

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Religion Part 1 – With a Side of Dreams

For my benefit I write this post. For my anxiety I disclose these words. In the last thirty six hours I’ve purged five times. I feel completely out of control. Session with Therapist was deeply disturbing today, but I don’t feel as bothered by it as I do the dreams that hacked at my sleep […]

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If only the words would come alive I could tell you what is deadening my heart, what is making me screech in the silent darkness. I can't speak the words threatening my sanity. I can't speak the words that would save me.

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Bathroom secrets

The need to write is strong, but the words aren’t easy to come by. My mind is split. Raked out the center. Emptied of all reality. I’m disillusioned. Our actions are those taken by a troubled woman, but she feels no urgency at all. What for one woman might be a cry for help, for […]

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Running away

Running away 1

I wish you could read the silence concealed in these words; the way it cunningly masquerades as her lover. Forever armed with disguise. I wish you could apprehend the meaning encrypted in these words. But the voice, the mind, the soul, the words have been taken to where darkness itself goes to hides. I thought […]

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