I wish I was someone else. I wish I was somewhere else. I wish that the feelings I have were enough for today. I wish I could sail away be taken by the sea. Washed with salt and reborn. Reborn from the earth and the sea.

Stillson Street, Rochester NY. Bittersweet memories. Unfortunately, only the bad times come back to me. But, it's a new city since I left. 16 years to refresh.

Sometimes I feel like this is the wreckage that's left inside of me. Beautiful sun and water shows a chance of repair and renewal. But the first thing I see is brokenness. Spring will come as it always does and choices are made to repair and carry on.

Flu season is here, apparently, because Facebook is telling me so. So, here is a tidbit from my hubby about the power of Thieves. "ok folks I am overseas and seeing a lot of posts and media about the "Flu Plague", let me clue you in on a trick I developed necessitated by a lot... Continue Reading →

The pain in my chest constantly Paranoia arrests my rational thinking viciously I see their lights out of the corners of my eyes Black shadows moving across the floor I can't help but check the locks on the doors and make sure the shades are closed Helicopters incessantly fly overhead They rattle my nerves just... Continue Reading →

You keep saying you'll get back on track, but you can't. "It's not about willpower!" We are over that. But it is. It's a part of it. Can't you push through? Pick yourself up and grab the glue to put yourself back together again. Permanently fractured in all sorts of ways, there is no fixing... Continue Reading →

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