My house is currently upside down. It's a disaster. Clean clothes need to be folded. Dishes need to be washed. Beds need to be made. Toilets need to be scrubbed. The current state of my abode is just a metaphor for the entirety of my life at this moment in time. And this post is... Continue Reading →
Unstable
I can not get my head on straight this morning. It's a morning of sadness, anger and fear. It's a morning of mourning. Hell, it's been a year of mourning. And I am ready for it to be done. We're coming up on the one-year death date for my dad. On December 17th it will... Continue Reading →
The Process of Dying
I haven't had it in me to write about my brother and the experiences that surround his passing since my last post. I am the queen of avoidance coping, what can I say? I feel like the record needs to be set straight; however, regarding the details of his death. Some of the things we... Continue Reading →