The body remembers

When I was a baby, I was raised by a nanny. Apparently, the nanny hit me, and made me eat my own vomit. My therapist says that I may be suffering from the effects of such traumatic events. I have no recollection of the event whatsoever, just from stories, but the body remembers. When I … Continue reading The body remembers

Voices of my head

I don't think anyone will ever understand what I am thinking of. I, myself, don't understand. I wonder why, the times before, I never felt this way. I was drive so full of passion. Was. Where had that gone? Was it ever truly there? He will leave you. One day. He said it himself. Why … Continue reading Voices of my head

The Symphony of Anxiety

Tick. Tick. Tick.Goes the clock, waiting for life to begin...or end.Thump. Thump. Thump.Goes the heartbeat waiting for something...anything.Rustle. Rustle.Goes the sheets waiting for sleep to come...and leave.Click. Clack. Click.Goes the fingers scrambling to keep words out...or in.Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.Goes the bomb waiting for the right time...if there is such a time.Boom.Drip. Drip. Drip.Goes … Continue reading The Symphony of Anxiety