I am alone,
And I am thriving…
I am not merely surviving!
I am thriving!
I am recognizing the pain inside me…
And I am writing…
I am fighting…
I am learning to accept the journeys I embark on, even the journeys I take without much thought or plan.
After all, I’ve always loved to wander, but at the end of every trip, one must always return home.
Here’s to returning home…
I should have never bought the cake.
I knew I should have never bought the cake.
I bought the cake anyway.
It started off innocently, as most things do.
After a long day of work, I stopped at the grocery store intending to pick up a few items for dinner.
Harmless things, really: veggies, some pasta, and fruit. What could possibly go wrong?