The sky is clear ( Read more... )

It seems like you all have more faith in me than I have in myself. Yes, I realize I am sick. Yes I want to be better, but my ED is how I cope in so many ways. To say goodbye to that, I don't know if I have the strength ( Read more... )

we are one of many
no one sees our cries
our tears
for there are too many
and we are only one
one insignificant whisper
against waves of pain-filled souls
crashing, overflowing
the depth of your consciousness
we are one of many
of course you don't see me
to you, I am invisible

In the beginning was Love. Then Love was crushed. It is through Love that life is given, but when Love is not seen, not heard; where does Love go? Once Love is given, even one tiny small speck, she cannot be rescinded. All attempts to rape, to purge Love from the recesses of the Soul will not prevail. Love will remain, hidden deep within ( Read more... )

In May I saw my mother for the first time after being abandoned by her when I was fifteen years old. She was in a mental institution, and I saw her in a different light than I was ever able to see her before. This is the no-send letter I wrote after taking that trip:

( Read more... )

I want to be held and loved and kept safe ( Read more... )

Are we all just play dough ( Read more... )

acceptance of nurturing and love...self-confidence and assertiveness...trusting ( Read more... )

To take the chance ( Read more... )