hope. dies. last. 

Tonight the urge came back like it always does: quiet at first, then loud enough to shake the walls of my chest. People talk about “urges”

Surviving the Holidays Is Enough The holidays are hard and I’m tired of pretending they aren’t. Everyone talks about joy and magic

Somewhere Between Messages I didn’t plan for this. That feels important to say first because if I had planned it I could explain it.

There’s a quiet kind of loneliness that doesn’t come from being alone. It’s the kind that slips under your skin even when you’re surrounded