Grief Is Eating Me Alive
Grieving feels like being tangled up, suffocating, choking on your own emotions. It feels like a wave, a tsunami of unknown and uncertain. It feels like falling through space with nothing familiar to land on.
Grieving feels like being tangled up, suffocating, choking on your own emotions. It feels like a wave, a tsunami of unknown and uncertain. It feels like falling through space with nothing familiar to land on.
Love is to be held in the palm of your hand and marveled at. Love is to be shared and given freely. Love is to be cherished; to be in awe of.
Polyamory is hard as fuck and, in my opinion, absolutely worth it.
I will never lose sight of who I am. I will never get lost in another relationship – of any kind.
And now, here we are. Living lives that are separate and apart; we are no longer a couple.
I am free.
“How could anyone not fall in love with you?”
My mind has finally begun to separate itself from the trauma that I experienced as a child. My mind is finally strong enough to understand that I am not my trauma.
I quit this defective brain, it’s broken. I want a new one.