A year makes

Cozy It’s been nearly a year now since you died.  A year full of checking boxes of things off the list.  First summer, first Thanksgiving, first birthday, first Christmas and now the list has come to an end. There are no more boxes to check; no more firsts on the list.  So now what is […]

Sludge

Sludge The holidays, the holidays. Cheer and goodwill and sadness and dread all around. I haven’t been looking forward to this week. The first Thanksgiving without dad. I don’t know why it is such a big deal. Every day is a day without him. Why do these couple days make a difference? I don’t know, […]

uniform

Uniform I wear the uniform of grief. The blank stare. The vacant eyes. The mind at flight. The uniform of a weary solider. I have fought the battle alongside my comrades. Our leader is down. But we must march on. We march on without a guide. Wandering quietly in and out of a life induced […]

We are all mad here

At the suggestion of several well-meaning people, I decided to give the counseling thing another try. Apparently between dad dying, regular life stress, and the anxiety of dealing with an unwanted sexual invasion, one should have an urge to spew their anxieties and feelings onto a professional who will regurgitate these said feelings, spit them […]