Clutter, Clutter Everywhere

Clutter, Clutter Everywhere

I am always worried about how much stuff I have. Currently, I think I have too much. I get curious looks from people when I say that. Apparently, others don’t see what I see. This should not be a surprise to anyone—least of all me.

Tossing Pebbles

Tossing Pebbles

There has always been that oppositional defiance within me that wants to keep poking at the things no one wants to discuss. Because I know that when terrible things are going on, and no one speaks about them, it gives leeway to abusers to continue.

The Dark Anger of Emotional Abuse

The Dark Anger of Emotional Abuse

I still think that it would be “easier” if I had the scars to show the years of abuse I endured. If I had some external marks, it would help me to know that it wasn’t all in my head, even though I know it wasn’t.

Isolation of Depression

Isolation of Depression

Tis the season to be…depressed and anxious? Wait, that is not how any of those songs go. But it happens and is happening this year too. The depression spirals out of control and into the darkness I go.

Writing What I Know

Writing What I Know

I never wanted to write about my childhood abuse. I wanted to write cool novels that people would love. Who would read about childhood abuse? And what would I have to offer? It turns out more than I thought.

Spiraling into Darkness

Spiraling into Darkness

I didn’t know I would write about this, my spiraling into darkness. I had plans to write something else. But that is what depression and anxiety do – it takes over and changes your plans.