One Year On

This is must be the hardest one I’ve written yet. The word sits heavy on my tongue; it sticks to my cheeks like sand on wet feet; my throat tears, cut on its sharp edges. One year has passed, and yet the word felt easier to say then than it does now. I’m not sure…

Living with Emotional Abuse

I was in an emotionally abusive relationship. Seeing that written in black and white is hard to swallow. It’s… stark. Undeniable. My admission. I’m not sure I can formulate the words aloud just yet. I wonder if this is how an alcoholic feels attending their first AA meeting? It’s terrifying, yet cathartic. It has taken me…

An Hour in the Life of Crazy

At the beginning of the week, I was sprawled out on the bed, naked and fresh from the shower, feeling overwhelmed. The emotion was brewing, my mood was off-centre and I felt fucking shit to be honest. Like most people, I felt the need to vent whatever frustrations were fermenting themselves inside of me before…