There’s no photos, no eloquent writings or suicide notes from the night, or the day after. Because it wasn’t glamorous or romantic, and I didn’t sit and cry beautifully and write loving poetry to my family. I didn’t take selfies or photos of my drip in the hospital and I wasn’t able to live blog […]
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I’m ready to talk: Part 2.
Few and far between. For every blog post published is pages and pages of poetry, scribbles, journaling and non-sharing. It’s time to slowly slowly slowly try and let go. It’s been a really long time since all of this and I’m still just okay and I know I’m sometimes distant and sometimes snappy and often confused. I’m trying though. Bear with me.