I'm still here
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Lost. For Now.
After years hope remerges. It's changing. Hopefully changing.
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.
A description of anxiety. I understand not everyone faces anxiety the same way. This is merely a description of my own anxiety,
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There's a fine line between hope and denial.
A message to my Father.
I can't be anything else
I haven't written here in a while. I find myself on this site more often when I'm upset than happy - take that as you will. This is not my best work nor is it intended to be. Writing is therapeutic...
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