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'I'm suicidal' I blurted out as my Guidance Counselor took a seat at her desk. She gave me a clam look, she was paid to remain calm. I was only 14, yet I felt like I had lived on this earth for roughly 40 years. I was done. I was done with sticking around. I wanted to end my life.
I was sent to the hospital a week later.
I …

I was 13 the summer before my Freshmen year of highschool. No matter what I do I can't forget that summer. My parents found out about my self-harm behavior and I thought for sure my world was going to fall apart.
So the morning after I typed a long message on Facebook to one of my 7th grade teachers. I just needed to vent, I had no intention to send …

Look at the birdie, darling, where’s the birdie?”
There was no bird. It was just a random comment, a fruitless distractive suggestion to redirect my toddler’s attention from the dial of the Venetian blinds. He was focussed on flicking them backwards and forwards, casting parallel lines of shadow across the scrupulously white walls of the paediatrician’s surgery.
The child had squirmed and protested loudly as he was stripped and prodded, …

It's true. I don't like blondes. Blame my past for that. Blame each and every bad, depressing day of my life since the age of 10 for that feeling that way. 33 long years of looking at an attractive blonde woman and feeling the same; "ouch, oooh, stop that before I get really angry," emotion inisde of me. Sorry but it is not going to change or go away after …

I bite my nails. It all started with a stupid common habit I can't quit. I've tried. It nearly cost me my sanity and life as I knew it in the summer of third grade...
I didn't notice the changes, but my mom did. At first they were subtle, like a different textured hair, but those were quickly followed by clumps of hair falling out in the shower. It …

Thats me. See, just there in the middle, the one with her jaw on the floor - yep. Fourteen years old, ruthlessly teased for my extensive vocabulary in my small country school, I had begun to believe my life to be, in comparison with those of my peers, way to easy. With a good income, no history of violence, substance abuse or mental illness I thought my family was doing …

It’s a funny thing,
This love that I have
And the way it always frees
Only to contract
When I am ready to plant my feet at the altar
Of bliss.

I love you as your words
Were kindle for the fire
Of dreams that would lead me from
Those cluttered houses made of match sticks
And good intentions.

I loved you as your hands sought out placesRead more »

In the beginning...
there is You.
there is Me.
attempting We.

gentle conversation. sweet, lingering touch.
exploring the possibility for becoming We.

You becomes you.
Me becomes me.
growing possibility for becoming We.

more touch, less conversation.
you still you; me still me.
some struggle with unity.
necessary for becoming We?

festering fear, doubt and insecurity.
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Here i stand:
... stately, strong, solid and still...
so still that it becomes deafening at times.
a hollow, resounding, bellowing void.
vacant.

... as ceiling meets roof soaring high - proudly brandishing the brave facade worn by one who has perched precariously on top, all the while hiding in its eaves the rumination of the lacking social in its structure.
... as rafters, gone batty, audibly …
I saw him--he saw me.

Republicans seem not to see the forest for the trees. Huntsman is an articulate ex-statesman and current Governor, fluent in Mandarin, the language of a country the U.S. owes an arm and a leg to, so that should weigh in heavily. My dream debate would be Huntsman vs. Obama.

As a Democrat, it's odd that I'm also attracted to Ron Paul, who doesn't look like a President (picture his …

What comes after

Death.
Thats not what im afraid of.
Im afraid of what comes after.
Is there really an after life based on gods.
Or is it darkness, with no sense of anything.
Should we really believe in one so powerfull,
Or his he just like santa clause, made up to bring
Us a sense of happiness and comfort that we oh so long for.
Or should we …

I am so sick and tired of you. You yell, you fight, you bring tears to my eyes. All I want is to feel like my own father actually cares about me. Thats all I want. Whats so wrong with that. Instead of getting this, I have what you give me. I get you screaming, ranting, constantly reminding me how much of a disappointment I might be to you. I …

A friend introduced me to rock climbing.

Back in the day, yes, I was considered a math genius and I am a multiple, an identical twin. Not that this has much to do with what influenced my life, yet in hindsight, the radius of how far I was willing to be from home was a factor. Squared down the list of colleges and universities that was barraging my residential home’s mailbox. This is the same …

I was basically an average twelve year old and as close as nine days away from being an official teenager. I didn’t think of myself as any different from the rest; I was simply Jen and there was nothing more to it… however, things quickly changed when my motionless twelve year old self saw the unbearable.

It was a Wednesday night and nothing seemed to be out of …

Mom has been on drugs as long a i can think of. I never let it get me down. If she wants drugs over her three daughters, then so be it. I was emancipated and she didnt care. Im on my own at 17. Who is there to take care of me? im only 17. i shouldnt have to think about bills, and worry about money. I shouldnt have had …

The first day after a ten-day holiday my 8-year old daughter came home from school, where everybody had told the class what they’d done in the holiday.
‘So, what did you tell?’ I asked.
‘I told them about when you cried,’ she said cheerfully.
I gave a little gasp.
‘Why not?’ she exclaimed. ‘You did cry, didn’t you?’
I did indeed. We had driven to …

The first day after a ten-day holiday my 8-year old daughter came home from school, where everybody had told the class what they’d done in the holiday.
‘So, what did you tell?’ I asked.
‘I told them about when you cried,’ she said cheerfully.
I gave a little gasp.
‘Why not?’ she exclaimed. ‘You did cry, didn’t you?’
I did indeed. We had driven to …

The first day after a ten-day holiday my 8-year old daughter came home from school, where everybody had told the class what they’d done in the holiday.
‘So, what did you tell?’ I asked.
‘I told them about when you cried,’ she said cheerfully.
I gave a little gasp.
‘Why not?’ she exclaimed. ‘You did cry, didn’t you?’
I did indeed. We had driven to …
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