the building that raised me: POJHS

The bricks, the mortar, the tile and concrete. Each piece a part of the foundation that built me. The teachers, the counselors, the secretaries and everyone in between. . . They molded me from when I was just a teen. The lessons and homework I once rolled my eyes at Taught me to question life;... Continue Reading →

My Words. . .

It’s my words. My lines. My stories to tell. It’s my memories. My pain. My own personal hell. The monsters lurking in the dark. The never ending sleepless nights. The shadows on the wall; disappearing with the morning lights. The pain brushed under the rug. The performance for all to see. You didn’t care, you... Continue Reading →

Growth. (& Happy 4yr Surgiversary to Me.)

Growth. It’s scary, painful and full of the unknown. It’s walking a crossed a stream; sliding forward, feeling your way, stone by stone.. Growth. It’s shedding the layers of skin you’ve wrapped upon yourself. It’s putting yourself first. Your emotional, mental and physical health. Growth. It’s trying, hard and can be a lonely place. It’s... Continue Reading →

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