Awake in the Dark

Its the middle of the night, and I sit awake, in the quiet dark with a warm cat curled up against me, sharing soft warmth. I should be asleep but I fight it. I don’t know why, I just do. There is noise in the silence in my ears: a whoosh, a roar, a buzz.

Grasping at Gasping

These are moments I sit but do not brood I sit but do not sink into darkened moods. I wait a moment, then I think, Will this last or will I sink? Am I healing or am I on the brink of another said disaster? No, don’t commit that thought to ink. Just to think

Progress in a Forward Direction

Any step forward is progress. That means I am not regressing. It does not mean that some days I take two step backwards. That’s just retracing your steps to make sure you leave no one behind, meaning myself. Recently, at long last, I find it easier to cry. It took longer than a year to