Where is our balm? Reflections on Anger
I slammed my fist down on my desk, hard. Then again. And a few more times.
I slammed my fist down on my desk, hard. Then again. And a few more times.
“You literally prefer to eat crap than a filling meal and you don’t even know it. You’ve fried your senses.”
What do you do when you don’t want to end your life, just a part of it?
Addiction is the mask worn by trauma and honesty is the light which tears both apart and exposes them for what they are.
There’s a word for what I experienced: Trauma.
And she climbed down beside me, tangling the two of us in a web of half a dozen blankets…
But when I hug you, I’m not hugging around your scars.
With the amount of money they had, they could have easily gotten a high-end prostitute or escort to satisfy their whims. But evidently, that wasn’t enough. There was not enough edge or risk of being caught.
Aren’t you tired of not having my newest book?
Is gentleness the opposite of strength, or her twin sister?









