Breaking the Cycle
She was holding the knife in her right hand, turning it, studying it as he spoke. Words seemed to string together in an avalanche onto…
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She was holding the knife in her right hand, turning it, studying it as he spoke. Words seemed to string together in an avalanche onto…
CW:// open and frank discussion about anxiety, depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, self-harm and suicide. Lies. People tell them all the time. Sometimes it’s to stay out…
They lighten in color as time goes by A lesson learned, once from a temporary high They stay on your skin, a silent reminder of…
I stared at the heavy glass bottle and wondered how much force it would take to break my hand if I “accidentally” dropped it. Not…
The Optimist I can feel the heat tingle in my belly. The fear begins to pull at me, it’s almost hilarious. I can’t help but…
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