"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong" Mahatma Ghandi I'm feeling like I haven't wrote anything down in forever. That could be because I haven't had anything all that morbid to say in a week or two, who knows? In this next entry I want to talk about something a … Continue reading Forgiveness
"When a mother dies, a daughter's mourning never completely ends" This year is slowly coming to an end which means I have almost survived my second full year without you. I'm a little overwhelmed at how much has changed in this second year. I think I'm more overwhelmed by how much harder this second year … Continue reading Without you
In less than 24 hours it will be the 14th of August. The 14th of August is the date that life, as I knew it, would never be the same. The 14th of August is the date my Mother died. For the last few days I feel as though I have been watching a metaphorical … Continue reading Two Years On
Feelings are not right or wrong. They just are. I have been having a series of "bad day's" lately. As I have mentioned before, for me, writing it all down helps. So, rather than continuing to bottle it all up to the point where it becomes the heavy weight I'm dragging around, I am going … Continue reading Bad Day
This post is a pretty big deal for me as this month commemorates exactly one year since I started writing my blog! I know, time flies. On that note, let's take it back a year and review... When I first started writing/blogging/possibly over sharing... I was in a dark place. I was living my first … Continue reading My First Year of Self Expression
Next month marks the the anniversary of my break up therefore it will mean I have been a single white female for one whole year. Crazy, I know. Now this is the truth, the whole truth or so help me God. First of all it hasn't been easy. Sometimes, far from it. I spent last … Continue reading My favourite fruit are Lemons or didn’t you know?
We met when I was a teenager, it was a cold night in January and I had recently gone through a break up as well as calling it quits with "the man from seven years ago". My self esteem was pretty low and he took an interest. I remember him looking at me from across … Continue reading That wasn’t love, that was just hope.