Posted on September 26, 2020
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The day I was born my mother sent me naked screaming into the world. Hurling towards a pinpoint of light from between her legs, that I would spend the entirety of my forty-two years chasing and failing to reach. Till one day, over a… Continue Reading “Blood in the sand…”
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I remember the first time I tried to kill myself. It was just honestly a break in the space-time continuum I had going after decades of pain. A momentary darkness, and a suffocating hopelessness that had knocked the wind out of me. I’d decided… Continue Reading “Just wait for another sunrise. Give it 24 hours.”
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Posted on November 23, 2018
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The summer air was pungent in my nostrils when the car stopped in front of a house I had never seen before. Then my father got out, opened my door, and I remember vividly how heavy that lilac was in the air. In the… Continue Reading “A random childhood memory”
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Posted on October 10, 2018
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Trigger warning: The following piece contains detailed description of death, alcoholism, suicide and child abuse. This is a true personal story. When I went to identify my mother’s body in the funeral home I opened the sealed envelope that contained her autopsy report. She… Continue Reading “When my mother passed away”