unicorn poop

Started the day looking at unicorn poop with its bright swirls and sparkly sugar coated sweetness. Jo licked her lips. I will have to get the recipe.

remembering the fall

For so many years, I heard people tell me, "I don't know how you can be so strong! I would crack. I don't know how you do it." I don't know how I did it either, struggling through war, work, school, family, demons, and lonliness...BUT I did survive...for years...
then I cracked,
broke,
fell,
became swallowed by demons
and darkness took me whole.
Then the same people who looked at me with admiration or awe, looked down their noses at me, not understanding the darkness, the burdens, the weight that finally crushed.

So now, I sift through the rubble of my broken but healing mind.

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In the beginning, I decided to blog, so the beginning is now. Blog, what an ugly word! It is the sound a turd makes when it drops in a toilet or pieces of last nights dinner as it tries to undigest itself. Either way, it doesnt have the romance of an online journal or the intimacy of love letters. What a blog does have, I suppose, is it blunt forward self, as it drops into the toilet known as the web.