I have always been a reader and a closet writer. Both have been a passion of mine since I could read even the smallest word.
Wild hearts can be broken
There is a saying that says "Wild hearts can't be broken" But that saying is not really true. Wild hearts are wild because they have been broken.
My heart longs for a place that only I know. It is a place where I am free. My heart longs to not feel the stab of regret.
New year, new me
New year, new me New year, same you. I miss you but the lessons were learned. They will not be repeated for my heart can not take the pain any longer.
I am confused so badly confused you reached back out to me not me to you. You came back to my life and wanted our friendship back
I am unwell, I am not crazy. My mind is askew right now The dark times from the past made my mind scared It does not know who to trust and who to stay away from.
Why? It is a question we ask ourselves almost daily. If not multiple times a day. We the ones who have been cast to the side ask it to ourselves almost as if on repeat. Never really getting an answer to what we do so need to get answered. So we can feel normal again. No, we are left to try and answer this why question on our own.
My Story - part 1
This is not a cheesy coming of age story. Or even a heartwarming story of lessons learned and found love. No, this story is my life and what I went through to get to where I am right now.
Peace... I just want peace! But where and what is peace? Is it in the chaos of my house filled with my children's laughter? Is it in the quiet moments where I sit with my cat while daydreaming of another time and place?