Drugs…. Don’t do ‘em…well unless you are like me and then take them….please. I am fairly sure that is what my husband would be telling you right now. I made a few people’s lives fairly miserable, always doubting, never trusting, not communicating, and withdrawing from life. Now that I can see more clearly, logically, it…
I very rarely reblog things…..but this is romantically beautiful and deserves to be part of Romantic Monday.
The following post is a poem written by my best friend. I wish I could display some of his choreography on here but words will have to do. He is perfectly imperfect and strives to be his own strength in the most beautiful way! My lighthouse light Is shining brighter than white Can’t you see…
So I thought I would do something a bit different. I hope you accept this challenge and then comment below or write a blog about your experience and link it back to me! Don’t hurt yourself!!!!! Blog Challenge #1 Rubber Band Challenge
The dark room smelled like muddy, rusty iron. It was hot in the room despite how cold the darkness made her feel inside. Her space had a small room with a working toilet and a simple shower stall. At first the dripping shower head was annoying but over time she began humming to its rhythm. …
She sat swinging her newly painted toes over the edge of the tailgate. The truck was baby shit yellow, roughed up from one to many fender benders, and had a burn mark on the hood from an engine fire it had endured in its past. But it was hers until she could afford a car…
The ending to the story…. This post will be short and to the point because I don’t want to linger with these thoughts much longer. I know I have to concentrate on me. I worry now about the worry I have placed on my friends and family…added stress and anxiety. But this is honesty…it feels…
It was late… I was home, had my game face on and was trying my best to be a wife and mom. I had gone to a festival with my family, met some friends there, and had a good time. On the sidelines though taking up space in my head were some insecurities brewing. In…
There are some things I wonder if this blog can handle. I mean I committed to honesty and writing out my feelings no matter where they lead. There are some things though, considering the real world (my friends, my family…they do occasionally read what I write) I am not sure I am ready to handle:…
Inspired by a loved one but dedicated to all of those people in the world who don’t give up. I know depression is a cycle, it is hard to be around, to witness, to be sucked into. Many times watching someone go through depression makes you exhausted and leaves you feeling helpless. But words do…
HASTYWORDS 