One Hundred and Forty Eight: Moving forward

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Today is the last day I can date something as 2018. It’s the end of 2018 and nearly 2019. I was trying to think of a title for this reason. The end of a year. Living through a year. Reaching a new year. It’s all of it. Everything. It’s the end of another year. I find it weird to be here at the end of a year. The last day of 2018. The last day of a year. I find it hard to believe that an entire year has passed. Didn’t I just write my goals for 2018? Oh gosh, I just looked at that post to link it, and here’s what I wrote: Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Eight: Moving forward”

Letter to myself: You aren’t guilty.

Eliza

I love you. I’m proud of you. Even as you get upset with your sister. I’m proud of you. I love you. Even as you hate that you’ve eaten too much. I love you even as you hate your body. I don’t know why you do. It’s kinda more recent. Maybe transference? I love you Eliza. Whatever you do or don’t do, I love you. And am proud of you. I wish I had a magic wand. Continue reading “Letter to myself: You aren’t guilty.”

One Hundred and Forty Five: Going Down When You’re Up

I’ve had this reason swirling in my mind for a while. It’s not really a reason, but at the same time, it is.

This summer I was going through a particularly hard time. One day, as I was swimming in the sea, and I was getting very tired from the current, I thought to myself “What if I just stay here? Let the water overtake me? Wouldn’t that just be better?” Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Five: Going Down When You’re Up”

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