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Paper Cuts Can't Kill You

God~ "I never left [Jesus], and I never left you." him-"That makes no sense to me," he snapped. God~ "I know it doesn't, at least not yet. Will you at lest consider this: When all you can see is your pain, perhaps then y…
Too Little of a Good Thing

"It helps so much to be punished; it feels so kind, like the only gift I have to offer. I don't deserve to live and I want to show you I know that. I need you to see it on my face so you can receive some assurance, s…
Too Little of a Good Thing

"It helps so much to be punished; it feels so kind, like the only gift I have to offer. I don't deserve to live and I want to show you I know that. I need you to see it on my face so you can receive some assurance, s…
New Endings and Old Beginings

"Have you cried over it yet?" "what?" "Have you cried over it being gone yet?" "Um, no, not yet. I am a little sad its gone, but I really like it the way it is now too." "Well, its really cute on you." I ran my fingers t…
Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Fire!!!

So much has happened over the past couple of years, and I must admit I've let it get to me (how could anyone not? we are human, after all). But in the process of healing, in choosing to let myself feel pain and not let m…
Spandex Free, But Still Able to Save the World

The walls had begun to peel, but had been quickly painted over again creating a thick lumpy coat of off-white and faded sage. Chalk dust saturated every inch of atmosphere and the muted voices of six year olds ping-p…
Pride Comes Before the Winter

To say today was hard would be an understatement. To say that I am completely healed is a misnomer. And to say that I ate well would be a lie. I skipped breakfast and dinner today. Though I ate snacks to try and "make up…
Taking Off the Ash-Colored Glasses

I went to my counselor for the third time yesterday (btw, I finally got some help. I'm seeing a counselor once a week), and he started talking like we wouldn't be meeting again. We are, but I have a feeling it won't be f…
Of Memories and Forgotten Things (a long winded memior of sorts)

White Rain hair spray. A hand on the back of my neck. Scrubbing Bubbles bathroom cleaner. A stuffed pink elephant. Vacuum cleaners. Gold chains. Baby Soft perfume. Red pumps. The sound of dry cleaners bags. Spaghetti. Th…
To Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of a Good Resturant Salad

Today marks 100. 100 days since I last restricted. 100 days of hard earned freedom. 100 days of saying no to the demons that haunt me. 100 days of resisting the voices in my head. 100 days of eating well, even when I don…