Why Me is a deeply personal poem about surviving addiction while grieving the people who didn’t make it out. It explores the complicated emotions that come with recovery gratitude, survivor’s guilt, remembrance, and the quiet question that lingers: Why did I live when so many others didn’t? Through honest reflection, the poem speaks about walking the same roads, fighting the same battles, and witnessing addiction take loved ones one by one. Rather than placing blame or calling anyone weak, it emphasizes the truth that addiction is a painful and unfair struggle one that does not measure a person’s worth. At its heart, Why Me is not only about loss. It is about carrying the memories of those who passed, honoring their names, and choosing to live in a way that keeps their stories alive. It is about turning survivor’s guilt into purpose, and remembrance into light.

This piece is a reflection on grief, survivor’s guilt, and the weight of loving people who are no longer here. I write about what it feels like to carry loss not as memories of years, but as breaths that still feel heavy. It explores addiction, friendship, love, and the quiet exhaustion of being the one who survives when so many don’t. This poem is about honoring the lives that shaped me, sitting with the questions that never fully fade, and choosing to keep living even when the weight of remembrance feels almost unbearable.

A meditation on longing, motherhood, and the quiet ache of raising children far from the landscape that shaped you. This piece explores grief for what isn’t—and the steady resolve to one day carry your children home to the green still rooted in your heart.

A brief introduction into the world of my mind. This stream begins with a question: "what is mindfulness?"

This is the beginning of a 40 year marriage. Follow along as we learn how two young doe eyed people navigate a not so great relationship. And so it begins

The first time you set a boundary, it may feel like you’ve done something wrong — even when you haven’t. If you were raised to keep the peace, anticipate moods, or manage a parent’s emotions, choosing yourself can feel unnatural. Your body may react with guilt. Your thoughts may spiral: Was that too harsh? Am I being ungrateful? This is the old conditioning talking. Healthy family boundaries are not punishments. They are clarity. They sound simple — sometimes almost boring: “I’m not discussing that.” “That decision is mine.” “If this continues, I’m going to end the call.”

In the spirit of this truly meaningless calendar fluff of a holiday (Valentine's Day), I would like to share my own personal opinions on the nature of "love". Along with why I feel so dejected during this period.

Recognizing manipulative patterns isn’t about attacking or labeling a parent. It’s about clarity. It’s about finally trusting your own emotional experience. As children, we adapt to survive emotionally. We learn to keep the peace. We become the responsible one. The quiet one. The overachiever. The mediator. Those strategies once protected us. But what protected you then may be exhausting you now. you are allowed to love someone while also deciding how much access they have to your peace. Today isn’t about confrontation. It’s about observation. Pay attention to how your body feels during interactions. Notice when guilt appears. Notice when your voice gets smaller. These signals are information — not evidence of weakness.

This story is from 2019, a lot has happened in the intervening years, and I'm in a different place One moment: I’m lying against the wall, sobbing so hard I can’t breathe. The tears flow down my face. It’s unexpected, came on suddenly. The result of too many things at once. It’s not about her, not this time. The only thing on my mind is that I wish she was with me, was in my arms.

Yes, most women like assholes — but not because they are assholes Not a Pickup Guide If you are looking for advice on how to attract women, this might help and it might not. When I was young I was pretty good at getting women to agree to go out with me. Okay, I was actually pretty good at having women ask me out. I thought I had game, but it turns out I was just the right mix of good looking and arrogant/confident. I did learn some things from the experience though, and now I’m going to impart my vast wisdom. It should take about thirty seconds…

I still feel the languid beauty of her arms, slender, wrapped around my shoulders. The softness of her, unparalleled, welcoming, warm. The feel of her underneath me, more true, more accepting. She fills my memory. I wish I were able to erase the pain between us, the pain she holds in her heart, the wounds she carries. I wish I were able to be enough, to be the one who could take her in his arms for all time.

There’s no reason for it, nothing happened, nothing changed, but I have a need — and I don’t know what it is for. The things coming from our southern neighbours are so horrific, and I have a drive, deep in my soul, to do something. I’m deeply, deeply angry.

I’m a Mess of a Human Being I’m going to start by talking about some of the ways I suck — it’s essential to my point here. I may have missed a bunch of them. I’m sure that if the people who know me read this, they will let me know. So, I’m a flake. I forget things, miss deadlines, don’t manage to start projects when I should, and don’t devote the time needed to projects—definitely not a good look. I’m scared of conflict to the point where if I think something will lead to conflict, I will lie about it or hide it, even if I don’t think I’m in the wrong (actually, especially if I don’t think I’m in the wrong).

Just an insight on how my husbands days off are some of the hardest in this time of waiting. How I see what he's been told growing up is taking a toll on him. And over all how I would wait for him because God tells me what to do and how to do it.

I’ve written about this before, but here goes again — there is a pervasive myth about addiction and recovery. It’s a simple myth. They say you have to hit rock bottom before you can recover. What is rock bottom? People will tell you that it varies by individual, that your rock bottom and mine might not be the same.

This blog is just a little intro into me and my husbands life and how finding god again is helping me fight for my marriage in the scariest and hardest season so far.

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Here’s a 10-Day Self-Help Challenge to Reduce Judging Others, designed to be honest, practical, and gentle transformation. This is not about shame or perfection. It’s about awareness, compassion, and rewiring habits that most humans pick up without realizing it.

I was divorced in August 2022. He died in August 2025 a month before I was to be remarried. I do not know how he died, I found out on Facebook that he was gone. His sister will not answer any questions. And now his creditors are coming after me.

When everything finally goes quiet, she realizes that silence can be louder than fear. Trapped between a past that refuses to let go and a choice that could change everything, one ordinary night becomes a test of courage, truth, and survival. As tension builds and secrets surface, she must decide whether to keep running from the pain-- or stand still long enough to face it. This short story is gripping, emotional journey through fear, resilience, and the moment a person discovers they are stronger than the life trying to break them.