Rainbow Bridge

It’s like drowning or constantly being smothered under a pillow. That’s how being alive feels… daily. It’s like I’m programmed to say and do and feel certain things to get through each day. I’m here and I’m there but I’m not present anywhere. I’m detached. I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m cutting? Woah. And then it’s time to sleep. And the only happy thought that sends … Continue reading Rainbow Bridge

3AM on a Friday

My anxiety manifests itself in strange ways lately. Okay, maybe not strange, but in prolonged ways that I am not used to managing. Actually, I don’t even know if it’s strange because I’ve never read up on it, but maybe someone might find this relatable. Something that makes me anxious will start small. It often starts with a pet peeve; a triggering person; or someone … Continue reading 3AM on a Friday