You can’t fix it:Helping someone who is grieving.

I am a fixer. When I see a problem, when I see someone hurting, I have this all-consuming to need to help. I want to give advice. Or buy them food. Or hug them. I just want to fix. It’s a horrible trait and can become quite annoying I know. But those who are close... Continue Reading →

Remember the Purple.

***Name has been changed for party's protection**** "Please, Kyle let me go. Just stop. I have to go to work," I pleaded. I could barely get the words out of my tired lungs as I sobbed uncontrollably from the passenger seat. The taste of blood and tears filled my mouth. My heart beat was so loud I... Continue Reading →

WordPress.com.

Up ↑