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Category: Memoirs

Typically a post about my dark & unruly past, or sometimes focused the present.

“Dear Life”

The first thing I noticed was that I was sad. The second thing I noticed was that I was sick. The third thing I noticed was that I was funny.


But here I am, 28 years old standing before the opening doors of closeted memories. Memories worse than my nightmares, worse than what I had thought I escaped. Memories I thought I killed and buried have been dug out of their graves.


DAYS ( I wrote this about nine years ago now but I still think it’s worth sharing despite its age. … Continue Reading Days

2016 Screams

My diary from 2016 is one of the most disruptively sorrowful journals, filled with entries dedicated to fear.