Time, in my experience, tends to gather the stories and memories you collect over the course of a relationship and cloak the whole damn thing in a glowy, rosy hue. At least that’s how it’s always happened for me. It goes: intrigue, infatuation, dating, some-exigent-event-or-realization, break up, and then almost always a prolonged period of … More meet virginia. [part 3]
[September 2021]You’ve been gone from me for three days now. You snuck out Sunday, best I can tell. I’m perched (ironically) at the bar of a local eatery, waiting on a lunch for which I have no appetite. I feel deflated. Lost. I snap a photo of the liquor bottles stacked haphazardly on shelves. I … More meet virginia. [part 2]
He grins, amusement stretched across his face as he centers the bulky, awkward helmet on my skull. He takes hold of each side and wiggles it a bit from left to right to test the fit. I watch as his brow furrows and his fingers (long and gorgeously calloused from years of working in a … More meet virginia. [part 1]
**Trigger warning: depression, suicidal thoughts, existential dread…just some super dark shit. Please stop reading if you feel these topics may harm your well-being.** “How did you go bankrupt?”“Two ways. Gradually…then suddenly.” – Ernest Hemingway | The Sun Also Rises It went like this: one day I was living a healthy, present, predominantly joyful existence. Then, … More play without asking again.
It all came rushing back in an instant and suddenly it wasn’t 2020 anymore. It was 2005 when I first met him and 2008 when we started dating and 2012 when we moved in together. It was a million memories escaping from a box I could have sworn I’d sealed and buried interminably. He stood … More 2020: the hits | part II | loved and lost.
“Things don’t really get solved. They come together and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.” – Pema Chödrön It was a year for making room, more than anything else. It often … More 2020: the hits | part I.
I can’t stop thinking about 2017. I’ve developed this dreadful, irritating fear that maybe 2017 was the peak of it all…maybe I’m never going to reach that kind of good again. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve scrolled through my photo library from 2017, searching for some kind of hidden message – a … More when she was good.
Should the universe decide to offer an award for the most loving and respectful breakup in history, we’d probably win. Turns out Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin didn’t invent the term ‘conscious uncoupling’ – it’s been around for decades, used as an alternative theory or philosophy for divorce. My partner and I didn’t get divorced … More the way we were.
One of the things they don’t necessarily tell you when you get sober is: the jig is up, kid. Meaning: you can’t bullshit yourself anymore. Meaning: you can try all you want to convince yourself you have no idea what’s going on, but the little voice at the bottom of your soul is forever-audible when … More i wanna get better.
For months now, maybe even a year, writing lacks it’s former fluidity and I’ve struggled to put words down on paper. Sometimes, a thought will form and I’ll grab my phone and punch out a few quick lines or paragraphs about a topic I plan to explore later…but always, the idea sits unformed and abandoned … More from where I sit.
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