I'm feeling a little better now. I literally cried writing this piece!
{This is a late post for Mothers' Day}. Did u ever stop to think about how important our mothers are in our lives? This post explains some of the lasting effects our mothers have on us π©βπ§βπ§π
Happy Mother's Day, you mothers! (Oh, wait, that DON'T sound right!)
I just needed to vent a bit
It's like, ik she had her reasons, ofc she did. But I was a child. I was 3. She left me to fend for myself, expecting me to open my arms to her. Not a chance. I can care fo...
Just some childhood trauma to distract you momentarily from the apocolypse :)
Happy mother's day! (I mean it is where I live soo)
Detective Athena Knight was called to help her friend who is throwing a Mother's Day Tea Party to find the culprit who stole a treasured family recipe. Read now and figure out who did it! The answer i...
Poem about an imaginary writer... Not my real mom. Wrote for an anthology.
I remember the look in my mother's eyes when she heard me tell my psychologist that I've attempted suicide, she looked like her soul was crying. She looked as though her heart sank and thoughts like ...
I'm feeling a little better now. I literally cried writing this piece!
{This is a late post for Mothers' Day}. Did u ever stop to think about how important our mothers are in our lives? This post explains some of the lasting effects our mothers have on us π©βπ§βπ§π
Happy Mother's Day, you mothers! (Oh, wait, that DON'T sound right!)
I just needed to vent a bit
It's like, ik she had her reasons, ofc she did. But I was a child. I was 3. She left me to fend for myself, expecting me to open my arms to her. Not a chance. I can care fo...
Just some childhood trauma to distract you momentarily from the apocolypse :)
Happy mother's day! (I mean it is where I live soo)
Detective Athena Knight was called to help her friend who is throwing a Mother's Day Tea Party to find the culprit who stole a treasured family recipe. Read now and figure out who did it! The answer i...
Poem about an imaginary writer... Not my real mom. Wrote for an anthology.
I remember the look in my mother's eyes when she heard me tell my psychologist that I've attempted suicide, she looked like her soul was crying. She looked as though her heart sank and thoughts like ...