Last night in therapy I went to a place I wasn't planning to go. A place that seemed so far away and yet so similar to my current situation. A few of you may remember me from that time...

In February I felt that maybe I'd be out of the shelter by the end of the month. (But that was false)I planned that I would spend March...

Today I was thinking about that question. A few days ago I was asked when the exhaustion started. When I first felt it.

Warning: this is a really raw post. Read at your own risk...

It was just such a straight out-of-the-blue question that even if something was or had happened that I remembered, I don't think I'd have

See the little girl? She's very young. Maybe 2 or 3 years old. She feels so bewildered and alone. The people who should be nurturing her...

And it reminds that 16 year old part of me of how it used to be at that age. Yes, my parents owned the property but I had no space to...

Tonight I decided that I want to make tomato soup and a toasted cheese sandwich for supper. I left the room to go to my locker in the laundry room to get some tea bags. I heard my name and assumed my sandwich was about to burn and tried to push my tired body to go a little faster. When I reentered the kitchen the lady said she had removed the pan with my sandwich off the burner because she thought that it was burning.

This past weekend was horrible. I had things I wanted to do but I didn't get any of it done... Friday I went to work and took a picture...

Edit: I had taken this down because I was unsure whether I really should post it but decided to repost it in its rawness...

Jesus, can I come home? I'm so tired. I just want to be free. Free from it all... And I want a hug. A big one. A long one. A comforting one.

I'm struggling to clear the mud out of my eyes so I can try to see clearly enough to figure out what the next thing is to do. I'm trying to

*If you would like a print of this piece it is available for sale on my website under the Painful Paintings tab... (I wrote this piece a...

(Very sarcastically) If you decide to make a new start in your life make sure that everything you take with you fits in your car that way...

I'm still in shock.

Graduating from school at 8th grade, the future looked extremely dark. All I could see was that there would now be no escape from my parents

And I keep hearing my dad's voice "It's just all in your head!" A phrase I often heard when I wasn't feeling well....

If anger consisted of gooey globs, I'd be flinging it at quite a number of people right now. And...I guess I wasn't expecting to receive s

Pretty gruesome, isn't it? I don't know what color pain is but I know how it feels. It is heavy. It hurts. Sometimes...

Where does this pressure come from? From people's good intentions. Friends implying their opinions. My own internal dialogue from...