Month: April 2022

I’m depressed. And that’s not a thing that is new to me, but it feels different this time. I’m lonely, and I’m scared. I’m scared of losing myself and who I am. I’m scared of being abandoned again. I’m scared that I will never be able to have a normal relationship. I miss my mother,… Continue reading Fear

My brain won’t shut off today. It actually hasn’t shut off for the past few weeks. It can be maddening. My last post was filled with anger. This one will be filled with worry. When my brain tells me things that I can’t shake , it wears me down. And no matter how many times… Continue reading A Hot Mess

As a writer you get told to write what you know. Here’s what I know. I’m pissed. I’m beyond pissed. My best friend has told me that my life has been an experiment in terror. And hes right. And I know that a lot of people have had it worse than me. But that doesn’t… Continue reading BPD and a fork.

I was born in Florida on April 18th 1976. Jacksonville, Florida to be exact but Pinetta is the place I hold close to my heart. PInetta is this little small town right on the edge of Florida and Georgia, near Valdosta. Pinetta is a beautiful little country town with its dirt roads , pecan trees,… Continue reading Florida