Invisible damage.

Sometimes it feels like I am the only one who has suffered, although I know this to be false it feels as if it were so. Everyone with their pre-packaged interiorly designed lives with sparkly loving childhoods, it feels so... lonely. Maybe it's because those who suffer like I have do not often overcome circumstance, … Continue reading Invisible damage.

Tender hearts break easily

Why do we open our hearts up when the most likely outcome is pain and suffering? Why do I choose this path, over and over and over and over... have I not learned my lesson... will I ever? Tender hearts break easily, porcelain falls, accidentally, ricocheting off of the tiles; 'twas but an accident, a … Continue reading Tender hearts break easily