I never knew I could love someone or something as much as I love him. He is damaged, but so am I. He is damaged in ways I will never understand. I do not know everything that happened to him, but I know it was bad. I know he was beaten, you can see it […]Read more "My Light"
A couple months back I adopted a rescue dog. He was badly abused before I adopted him. He has PTSD and anxiety. I think that is why we get along so well. He seeks me for comforting, and his need for me helps me in ways I never knew were possible. I rescued him, but […]Read more "Help"
I have struggled quite a bit lately. I have been in my depressive stage for some time now. I often find myself fantasizing about falling asleep and never waking up. I may dream about my own death often, but I don’t have a desire to act on it. I find little things throughout my days […]Read more "Depressive Stage"
I couldn’t tell you when I knew. Was it triggered by trauma?Read more "Bipolar Disorder"
I was a freshman in high school when my mom was incarcerated. I went from caring for my brother while my mom was at work trying to keep a roof over our head and food in our stomachs, to emptying our house of everything we owned and moving away from my brother. My brother and […]Read more "Incarceration"
“I salted the earth with tears.” The pain was too much, too raw. It stole my breath away and the only way I could function was to sob. It felt like forever, but before I finished, it was enough to salt the earth. © Sarah Doughty via Salted — Heartstring EulogiesRead more "Salted — Heartstring Eulogies"
From the beginning, right? I am a college student. Yes, I know thats not the beginning, but it make sense to start here. I am in my third year of my Bachelors degree. My major? Psychology, how ironic. I am twenty years old, living on my own (with roommates of course, because who can actually […]Read more "Where do I start?"