recovery

  • day 4887: emotional labor

    we meet. you are nice and kind. i put your oxygen mask on before mine. i just met you, but i love you. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give.… Continue reading

  • day 4856: let this be your last battlefield

    hi dad. do you remember the doctor? yeah, he is pretty rad. he is actually a doctor which makes his nickname even cooler. last night, i was petrified to make the wrong decision when it came to him. i wanted… Continue reading

  • day 4831: come alive

    hi dad. who am i? i have gone twenty-two years just skating by without an answer. i have tried so very hard to fit in to my surroundings. to become what i thought i needed to be, not what i… Continue reading

  • day 4826: rapture inside of me is on the rise

    hi dad. for the first time in over a decade, mom has kept in contact with me for more than 24 hours. she and I had a 30 minute phone call on sunday. since then, we have texted every day.… Continue reading