Tag Archives: anxiety

Before and After

With my heart this broken, decimated mess, time takes on different meaning. Days and nights blur together into one, one long existence of sleeping or trying to get back to sleep. Feeling the pain or trying to avoid it. There … Continue reading

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1 year after

Yesterday, despite attempts to turn off such notifications, my Facebook reminded me that exactly a year ago, I came home from my stay in Missouri. Which of course sent me into another emotional tailspin where I couldn’t get out of … Continue reading

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Dreaming

I had dreams about him last night. Though I can only remember one of them. We were on some kind of Vespa, and he was going too fast and we crashed. He didn’t look hurt, or bad, or anything. He … Continue reading

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Inducing

My sister is being induced sometime this evening. She’s a week late with my nephew, and so by tomorrow morning, the doctor thinks she’ll be ready to deliver. One might think I would be excited, but then that person wouldn’t … Continue reading

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Night Time

Night time is the worst. In the day time, I can mostly, most of the time convince myself that you aren’t worth missing. That my memory is failing me and we weren’t as good as I thought. At night, I … Continue reading

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Turning a Corner

As much as I don’t want to jinx it, maybe I’m turning a corner. Instead of the first thought in my mind every morning, he’s more like the fiftieth. Maybe I’m turning a corner, maybe I’m getting better. At night, … Continue reading

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Keeping the past in the past

I would do well to remind myself each time I stumble that the past is the past for a reason. There’s a reason that I stopped talking to certain people, or doing certain things. But time passes and leads me … Continue reading

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