Posted on February 1, 2012 at 9:19am
Grief, an incredibly heavy word that means something different to everyone it touches. People push it away, tamp it down, hide from it, or lose themselves in it. I carry the ones I’ve lost close, tucked away in that special place in my heart.
My grief is still raw from my sister, our family, losing Christian. It’s a hot, jagged wound right in my core. Sometimes I swear if I touched my skin on my chest it would burn from the fire…
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Posted on October 24, 2011 at 5:56pm
...He told me he could give me anything I desired. He tempted me with freedom, money, fame. He told me he could banish my depression, I would never feel out of control again. He promised me anything, and everything. He was a genie with one wish. What did I want? What did I desire? He could see all my dreams, plans.
Before I could give him my answer, my one true desire and the only thing I truly wished for I was awakened by my…