Stolen. 

  I feel like my life has been stolen. Precious moments measured in minutes, hours, days and weeks, lost to a thief that freely wanders into my life with no regard for the things I hold dear. My thief has...

Unloveable

In the depths of struggling with mental health we can feel unlovable. I am Unloveable. This is what I believe. How could someone love something so flawed, so broken as me? I doubt my own worth, Doubt that I belong....

Grieving what is lost

  The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There is pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief....