I worry about the oddest things,…or the things that keep me up at night don’t seem to bother most people, which makes me feel bonkers.
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Something’s Bothering Me
I’ve been anxious forever, but it got worse after Dad died. Knowing I’ll never fix things with him makes me feel perpetually Bothered. That’s hard to swallow.
Giving Dad Away, Piece by Piece
I know Dad is gone now, and he has no use for these material things, but it still feels like I’m giving him away, piece by piece.
The Search for Enlightenment
For a brief period, I was a social drinker no more. I peered into the inky abyss that consumed my dad, expecting to see his mismatched eyes looking back at me.
The Secret Language of Fear: It Didn’t Start With You
Until we reveal our unconscious behaviors, we’re likely to persist in repeating harmful patterns. To heal from our trauma, we have to know ourselves completely.
Why Am I Doing This?
I need to give Dad’s senseless death meaning. He didn’t deserve what happened, and if our story can make a difference for someone else, maybe that’ll be enough.
a one-sided convo w/ a sociopath’s texts
(S)He is… a fuckin joke, a jobless alcoholic bum
Bound by Heartstrings
The more I watch our home videos, the more I realize how much my mom is me.
Willcome home, Uncle Bubba
I oughta thank my mom’s brother, Troy, not any luck-filled stars, for teaching our family how to use a camcorder in the 90s.
#FirstLineFriday: Welcome to my Memoir
“The urge to call my dad crept into my mind a few weeks before the devil found him dead at his kitchen sink.”