I work full time and a single mommy. Writing is a hobby that is my escape from reality.
The Warrior Princess.
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There weren’t always magic, vampires, or werewolves, to be more accurate. I wouldn’t have imagined me a princess would be carrying a sword on my hip and a bow and arrow on my back. Yet here I am, hiding in a bush, trying to keep myself from being found.
It's okay not to be okay
In recent weeks, I have been on a journey for my mental health. The journey has been a constant battle with my inner thoughts that seem to dominate my life. I had no words to write, and my mind was filled with only negativity and introspection. The blank document tempted me to write fiction stories, poems, and I wanted to write short stories. The words wouldn't come, the stories that once occupied my head slipped away, but the anxiety lingered. Everything seemed to be against me. Using Google, I searched and read many bios for different therapists. One appeared to be a good fit for me. When I emailed her, she responded with a welcome message and asked when we could meet. A step I was afraid to take, but I took it anyway.
The Enchanted Café
It was the end of the workday, I shut down my computer and rub my neck. I take a glance at my watch it was almost 9 pm. I stayed later to finish my report. It was a stressful day, with a lot of phone calls, endless meetings, and playing catch up on emails. I was tired and exhausted from today’s workload. I gather my belongings and head for the elevator.
A Forever Home
Tamara Jones just bought her first home, it was not perfect, but it was a start to a new life. She waved bye to the realtor that sped away down the gravel road that kicked up rocks and dirt with a cloud of dust following. Tamara took a look around her. The house stood on top of a hill. It was white and two stories tall. It had a porch that would be perfect on summer days. The area was remote and quiet, trees spread out across the small acre of land. It was unoccupied for a few decades, passed down by relatives who did not want to leave their life in the city.
The rain is falling across my window, and a warm cup of tea is beside my laptop as I type away. I am writing this while listening too, Avril Lavigne's "I'm with you" playing loudly through my headphones. I feel a sense of comfort and warmth as it is playing. The playlist I made has songs that will have stories behind them. Others are just songs that make me smile. I went through a typical punk rock phase that some of us go through. I swapped out the girly girl clothes for the band shirts. I stole my mom's black eyeliner and would light the tip with a lighter, thinking it would make it blacker and heavier. I am sure Simple Plan's "Welcome to my Life" was my daily anthem in middle school.