Why do you choose your pain If you only knew How much I love you, Love you I won’t be your winter I won’t be anyone’s excuse to cry and we can be forgiven And I will be here. Old picture on the shelf Well it’s been there for a while Frozen image of ourselves …
I’ve stirred myself into quite the fine drink today. I’ve felt anxious, sad and worried since yesterday. There are a multitude of things going on in my life now and it seems that they are all on the list of top ten stressors. I can’t complain because I know that the end result of it …
It’s funny what memories can do to you. I had breakfast with Lynn, my late best friend Carrie’s mother on my birthday back in February. My gift from her was her company and three photographs of my beloved girl. Two were photos of us together. The photo below stopped me in my tracks. Made my …
Last Sunday would have been my friend Carrie’s 34th birthday. I felt emotional and sad and wanted desperately to just pull the covers up and hide for the entire day. I didn’t know how to handle it. My boss, an amazing woman suggested sending her a card; so I did. It was a comedy of …
I’ve been a crazy dreamer for the last few months. Odd, weird, senseless, amusing and scary – you name it and I’ve probably dreamt it. This past weekend I had my very first dream of Carrie. It was all wrapped up in a weird dream with scary things and then >poof< there she came, driving …
I’m still having a really difficult time with the loss of my best friend. Memories like this one in this photo above are so tangible that I ache inside. Those visceral feelings make it hard for me to remember that she is dead. She is actually gone and never coming back. I feel like I …
It was so hot and sticky when I left work this evening. I settled in for my ride home and was almost instantly moved to tears. You see, I’ve cried for Carrie a lot lately. Mostly in the shower in the mornings and on my ride home. Tonight I don’t even know what it was …
I met my best friend Carrie in a psychiatric hospital in Leesburg, Virginia 1995. I was sixteen and she was just one year older than I. She arrived late in the evening, it was February and she was on suicide watch. I was hanging out with the nurses, not something I should have done but …
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