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To the people of my past

To the people of my past who shaped my present and will help shape my future:

I can’t and I won’t apologize for who I was during a particular time in my life.

I could, but what how does that help me? It doesn’t. It can’t change anything about who I was, the actions that I took, the things I said or even how I behaved. I can only send my apologies that you aren’t able to experience how I’ve grown,…

When in Rome you don’t expect to have your world get thrown off its axis just when you get it back on. When in Rome you don’t expect to get hit with the feelings and reminders that you didn’t get married last month and you won’t be leaving for you first honeymoon in 2 weeks. You really don’t expect to get a call confirming that you two of you will be flying to Mexico and staying in a beach front…

I usually don’t acknowledge this time of year. Let’s be real, I never really understood the magnitude of it. I never really got what All Souls Day and El Dia de los Muertos really meant or how to react to it. I never had a reason to. I never had a reason to understand until this year. Until I lost my other half, the person who helped me see a future for myself that didn’t end at age 27.

Maybe I’m…

Have you ever had a moment where you think about what you would say to someone if they ever asked you “if you could be anywhere right now; past, present, future, whatever. Where would you be? It’s kind of like being asked if you could take your dream vacation, describe it.

When Kelsie was still here, our most dreaded household chore was laundry. Like, we avoided it as often as possible. We…

The Difference of a Year

If you had asked me last year, or even 6 months ago, what I thought this Christmas would look like you might think it was an alternate universe.

If you had asked me prior to the middle of July I would have told you about my plans to attend Christmas Eve mass, I would have told you about the amazing time I thought I would have with my future in-laws, I would tell you how amazing it is to wake up…

The thing about neurology, that they don’t tell you about, is that they don’t always know what or how much of something can be impacted by trauma. They can guess based on what is presented to them, but they also don’t always know how to fix something that is “mental” as opposed to physical. I mean how can they understand that while I’m missing 10 days of my life following the accident, I can…

I think one of the hardest things about all of this is that anytime a thought or a question comes to my head I turn to the right and want to share it with you to get your input. I mean, fuck, I did it 15 times today at least.

I was flipping through Amazon movies today and I remembered that for some class I took this past spring I had to do a case study on Precious which was annoying in and of…