#prison

I can't tell you how angry I am some days. The last few days my anxiety has been through the roof and I couldn't put my finger on what was causing it - then it hit me. I have PTSD. For over two years, our life has been stuck between extremes of so many emotions…

How many cliche’s do we have that describe the times of troubles? Light at the end of the tunnel, darkest before dawn…I’m sick of cliches. Do they really even help or are we just trying to fool ourselves into holding on a bit longer? Whatever we need to tell ourselves to keep pressing forward I&h...

It has been 848 days since the false accusation happened and our lives haven’t been the same. Days like today really bring me down, I haven’t heard from R since about 7am and normally he calls a few times to check in. Naturally my brains goes into worst case scenario every time because this situa...

Ah, its been years since I've journaled. Literally years. Its going to be nice. I need a place for my thoughts, so Im back. My head is a spinning around and my anxiety is high. This man that i allowed to hurt me emotionally, physically and mentally is driving me up the fucking wall with…

Charity, continuing with Letter 2: So, where did I leave off...getting old and health. Ya. Fun stuff. Let's see. Busy - I went to Accra...and honestly, I did not care for Ghana, at all. Not really at all. Wait, I did fall in love with the Jolla Rice at KFC (they have KFC and Uber…