Let’s Do the Time Warp Again!

A wake-up call. Time has slipped by me and it’s as though I have woken from a months-long dissociative episode to find life is exactly where I left it. In the corner like a pile discarded clothes I have been too lazy to put into the hamper. These months away from any writing at allContinue reading “Let’s Do the Time Warp Again!”

Great Expectations

Reemerging to my very small corner of the internet feels weird. It’s like I have been hiding in a cave for months, to come out of it to find the world has moved on without me; as it always does. Everything is in constant motion, even if time seemed to stand still for me. IContinue reading “Great Expectations”

(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers

It has been so long since I have been heldby a man who respects women.I have been in their beds,no sheets, dust settling like a sheen on my body. Men who took.They promised me delicate adoration,but I was left used and pressed into the mattresslike an old flower between the pages of a worn book.Continue reading “(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers”

A Constriction of the Soul

Deep pockets of gloom,anger sits like a sieve on the soil (soul).You are alone in this uncertain place. To acknowledge a life that is broken,seams frayed like the edgesof your forgotten joy,discarded on a shelf 20 years ago.It is time to dig yourself out of this nightmaredisguised as a dream.A dream down a rabbit holeContinue reading “A Constriction of the Soul”

The Great Conditioning

Who was I before the world got its hands on me? On my body, my mind, my emotions, my self-worth? I feel like I’ve been run through the washing machine 1,347 times and come out a version of myself I don’t recognize 20% of the time. Granted, I give myself immense credit for the versionContinue reading “The Great Conditioning”

Slow Your Own Sacrifice

There’s a story of mine that has gone untold for almost 20 years. A repressed moment that broke through my tender memory while making breakfast. A padded room. I was 14 and the most angry I’ve ever been in my life. I spent time in a padded room when I was 14. No, there aren’tContinue reading “Slow Your Own Sacrifice”

Isolation Island

Since the pandemic hit, I feel like I’ve created my own island for myself. Where I feel safe, can open the doors to the ghosts that demand attention and heal the parts of myself I long ago buried. You see, we are all haunted by something. Some days we don’t think of it at all.Continue reading “Isolation Island”

The Places You Have Come To Fear the Most

A couple of months ago, I wrote about my cat, Mr. Buckley. Tonight, I write to tell you and to grieve the fact he is no longer here. As soon as I left the vet clinic, empty carrier in hand, the skies opened up and poured rain the whole way home. It felt a bitContinue reading “The Places You Have Come To Fear the Most”

Afraid of the Dark

My therapist suggested I start this blog. So, I did. Against every fiber of my being and the deep ache in my bones that was content in bottling up all my emotions until my emotional well overflowed. I dragged myself out of my comfort zone and decided to start writing again – even if itContinue reading “Afraid of the Dark”

Reality Bites

“Hello, this is Lauren. She’s not here right now, but if you leave your name and your number, she might get back to you.” I had a realization at around 2:45 a.m. Saturday: I’ve been dissociating for at least 4 business days. The situation is delicate and I’ve spent the time since trying to findContinue reading “Reality Bites”