Her hair was her armor that shielded her soul. Her hair was her weapon so thick and so full. Her hair was her cape that gave her super powers. Her hair was her escape; she’d get lost in it for hours. Her hair was a piece of her identity she never thought shed lose. Her… Continue reading When a girl changes her hair; she’s ready to change her life. 💁♀️
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 the building that raised me: POJHS
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 My Words. . .
There’s Enough Sunshine for Everyone. ☀️
Last week. Last week was my 33rd birthday. 33 years filled with light and darkness. Love and pain. Laughter and tears. 33 years living a life I never imagined; regardless of what the situation I was currently going through consisted of; because I never dreamt I’d even make it to 33. But I am still… Continue reading There’s Enough Sunshine for Everyone. ☀️
A prisoner in my own body. . The never ending saga. 🤷♀️
Trapped. Trapped in a body that is constantly at war with itself. Trapped in a novel full of horror hidden on the top shelf. Stuck. Stuck in a never ending cycle of pain. Stuck not knowing if I’ll ever feel “normal” again. Terrified. Terrified I’ll never find the answers I’m looking for. Terrified this is… Continue reading A prisoner in my own body. . The never ending saga. 🤷♀️
Fourteen Years . . . 12/29/62-02/29/08
I cried today; not for you but for me I cried for all the moments and the memories. I shed tears today because we were robbed of time. I shed tears because it happened with no reason or rhyme. I hurt today because I want you here. I hurt because I can’t believe it’s been… Continue reading Fourteen Years . . . 12/29/62-02/29/08
Trapped; In My Own Body.
Autoimmune Diseases; Hell on Earth.
Happy 59th Birthday, Poppa. ⭐️
“Poppa, Poppa, Poppa”; I used to yell into the phone “Dez, Dez, Dez”; I was your Princess up upon my throne. You taught me to love with each and every piece of my broken heart. You assured me you’d always be with me; even when we had to be a part. You shared all your… Continue reading Happy 59th Birthday, Poppa. ⭐️
I Am Like A Pine Tree. 🌲 (the meanings behind my latest tattoo)
I am like a pine tree; standing full and tall. My limbs are not perfect; some large, others small. I am like a pine tree; shedding my needles as time passes by. And the pieces either get engrained in those around me or simply fly. I am like a pine tree with deep and firm… Continue reading I Am Like A Pine Tree. 🌲 (the meanings behind my latest tattoo)
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 Growth. (& Happy 4yr Surgiversary to Me.)