Sam Morgan

I’m Tired of Being Lonely.

Last year was really hard. And I didn’t write here at all. The older I get, the tighter the grip depression becomes. I Know it’s something I’ll never escape and something that no one can fix. I just wish it wasn’t so heavy. I’ve begun having anxiety attacks like I’ve never had before. I sit in the shower with the water beating down and I cry, but I can’t breathe. I gasp for air and hold my hand…

I used a menstrual cup for the first time this week. The perks seemed to outweigh anything bad happening. They use less waste, and contribute less garbage to the earth, and at $40 for a cup that lasts up to 10 years, I couldn’t not do it. I bought one, read the instructions, and waited two weeks. Tuesday morning it came so I popped that baby in and hoped for the best. The best was not what I got.…

I’m Funny

I have a board beside my bed. This year I pinned it with notecards of four different script competitions I entered my TV Comedy Pilot into, the dates of announcements, and what the prizes were. A few came and went and I didn’t advance to a higher level, and that was fine. You get used to disappointment, and move on. With one, I ordered judge feedback, and was offered some disheartening notes on…

I Shook the Whole Way Home

I thought it was fate, I’ll be honest. Matching on Tinder while you were in the city in May, we briefly talked about getting together, but then the summer came and went and we didn’t talk much. Then you came back and I knew I wanted to see you. Nearly two hours to Wreck Beach, but it was worth it to learn your laugh, and your smile, and your eyes. But it was just the surface. I didn’t know I’d…

  This year I danced into the world of polyamorous relationships, knowing full well what I was getting myself into. The funny part to me is that that isn’t why it fell apart. I had no qualms with the person I was dating having a partner already – in fact we got along quite well I thought. The problem came with communication and feeling like they weren’t hearing me and my needs. Not seeing the…

This Love is my Education

Snow covers my grounds. Cold knuckles hide under flannel. Hail beats down across Lynn Canyon suspension bridge. You’re gone. But for the best. The couple weeks, maybe more, I didn’t know who I was talking to. Didn’t know the body I was holding in front of mine. Face looks the same. That giant-ass smile. But something was gone. So I had to be gone too. “Are you happy?” Sparrow asks me. Sometimes I…

I’m in This

I wish I could articulate better the feelings I have for you. This is far from easy. Us together. How do two people find each other in the vast sea and decide to stick it out? When did you know this wasn’t going to just be a second date and then try again with someone else? Less than ten. It was less than ten coffee dates until I met you. I guess the others just didn’t hold up. I didn’t know what…

Get it all Out

All my life I was told there would be one person for me. One perfect person who I would find, and love, and want to spend the rest of my life with. With Christian parents, I was encouraged to find a good Christian boy who went to church. We’d date a few years, get married, and have a couple kids, and eventually die. In my early early twenties I began to rethink this idea. A few relationships, and…

You are Capable. This is Doable

I’ve been thinking about the past year. And because I write and then I edit and then I ponder, and rewrite, and edit, and spend time carefully selecting a photo, and then do one final read over before publishing, it will probably be past midnight, which means I’ll be 26. This time last year I was seeing someone who I’ve written about, and who I had fallen in love with, and who mistakenly gave me…