A place for the things we don’t say out loud
You don’t have to carry this alone.
Honest diary entries about grief, fear, addiction, loss, and the quiet things we all carry. Come as you are, read a while, and share your own story when you’re ready.
Pages from a shared journal
Someone was brave enough to go first.
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When the Universe Speaks
When the universe speaks to me, I struggle with its foreign tongue. I have batted my eyes at the stars and flirted with the…
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UP
There is nowhere to go from here but up. Today is the day. A new beginning. Sometimes I wonder where the past fifteen years…
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A Letter to the Woman in the Mirror
There was a time when I had to learn how to speak to myself differently. Not with shame. Not with anger. Not by replaying…
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The Last Train Home
When the leaves turn brown, warmth disappears quickly. One day the wind still carries the last traces of fall; the next, winter has arrived…
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“F*** Cancer”
It has been nine months since I lost my mother. Nine months since pancreatic cancer took the woman who had been here for seventy-six…
