A Little More

TW: This post contains discussions around intense grief. I went back to work this week. For the first time in two months. At first, it was a bittersweet feelings. I've missed my colleagues; I've craved more structure in my life. Yet, at the same time, I wasn't ready to put summer behind me. You would …

In the Room With It

I spend so much of my time wishing I was happy. Wishing I was normal. Wishing I could remember things better. Wishing I could smile more, laugh more, sigh (happily, of course) more. I chase after that feeling of contentment like a a beagle after a rabbit— the hunts instinctual and unavoidable and almost so …

Oh, yeah. ADD.

Sometimes, I get lost going from point A to— Where was I? A thousand trains of thought zip past a single stationary point, and my eyes flit over each individual one. I find myself more concerned with the shape of my thumbnail— Good God, why is that side so flat when the other is round— …