On Moving On…

I don’t remember much of last winter. I was too buried in grief colder than any squall. The sharp bite of bitter wind was a welcome distraction from the sickness of my heart. I put all the things he gave me in the back of my closet, not brave enough to throw them in the […]

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Sunday Pep Talk | The hope is what kills you

  Hope that it will get better. Hope that they will change. Hope that you might still have the future you’ve been building up in your head. The hope is really what kills you. The thoughts of what might have been. You build up all sorts of expectations, and inevitably end up disappointed. The hope […]

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