Stories

This might get a little weird

I’m not known for being soft-spoken. I’m not known for holding back details. And I love that about myself.

I love looking back at the stories I’ve written and finding my way back to who I was at that moment. I prefer words to pictures, stories to photo albums. I write what I’m thinking, feeling, and experiencing. When you find a spelling error, know that in that moment, I was fully invested in the words pouring onto the page.

I rarely edit. That’s boring.

So on that note..

The stories you will read here a collection of poems, thoughts, and rants. I occasionally invite friends to join me by telling their own story.

If you’d like to share yours, anonymous or not, leave me a message. Otherwise, enjoy taking a walk through my mind.

All the Reasons My Husband Didn’t Marry Me

All the Reasons My Husband Didn't Marry Me I know, I know. The headline makes little to no sense. But let me explain. This morning, husband and I had a bit of a spat. E.g. he was mad over something I thought was dumb, and I was trying not to laugh, while he was kindly...

Coping with a Covert Narcissist

Coping with a Covert Narcissist It didn't start how I expected. It started with good intentions, as most things do. It started with patience and understanding. At least on my end. I extended and extended until I could extend no more.  I felt defeated and dumb and...

Subject: We keep running into each other

18, 25 Subject: We keep running into each other I hope it’s ok that I’m emailing you. It seems like I keeprunning into you and I feel like it’s time I say something. I know you want your space, and I get that, but I have to get this off my chest. Sarah, I am so sorry...

Three Days Crazy: Night 1

This is the second installment of my Three Days Crazy series. You can read the first installment here. I stopped crying long enough to notice how hungry I was. I had no idea what time it was, the small rooms didn't have clocks and my cell phone was locked away, along...

Three Days Crazy: Day 1

When I finally made the decision to open my eyes, I was rewarded by a blinding light. I rolled over and grabbed for my soft down comforter. Instead, my hand found a rough knit blanket. Dread washed up my throat and into my mouth. I remembered where I was. I heard a...

Married and Depressed: I Lost The Man of My Dreams

When I was 18, I met the love of my life. My soul mate, if you're into that kind of thing. I met him on his 18th birthday, the day before his high school graduation. I had just finished my first year of college and was an absolute disaster of a human. But that didn't...

I’m Back, Bitches

I've started working with a life coach, her name is Madison and she rocks. If you've ever wanted to go from a moderately awesome life to an extra awesome life, you should consider chatting with her. Anyway, the one meeting I've had with her has already blown up my...

Married and Depressed

It wasn't until we were lying in bed that he finally told me what was wrong. Coming home, he had expected to find me waiting. Instead he found groceries haphazardly tossed on the floor. As he picked up the frozen chicken, he prepared himself. He knew I was sad, but he...

Hypomania and Me: A Love Story

I have this friend. We've had an on-again off-again relationship for years. She makes me feels things that no one else has ever made me feel. She is charming and witty and so fun to be around. But when she leaves, which she always does, I'm a ragged shell of a person....

What Happens When You Find Out You Have Bipolar Disorder?

You cry. I was sitting in my counselors office, we were talking about my usual frustrations. How my moods were driving me up the wall. How at least once a month I would slide into a deep, dark, depression. She was listening quietly, and suddenly interrupted. She...

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