My Attempt at Adaptation

The story of losing my boyfriend, and my attempt to adapt to a life after his death

Two Years

Two years to the day. It seems like just yesterday, or a lifetime ago. Either way, it doesn’t feel like two years. I can’t tell if it’s time that’s eased the wounds, or if I’ve just put up such a fight against allowing those emotions in that they’re blocked out. I’m pretty sure it’s the latter.

After all this time you’d think that the anxiety wouldn’t be nearly as prevalent, Read the rest of this entry »


Broken Record

It’s days like today that I am mad at him more than anything.

I hate the consequences his suicide had on me. It’s almost two years later and I find myself emotional, distrusting and insecure – none of the things I was before him. Trust issues? Meh. I wouldn’t say that. I believe the things I hear, I just know that words don’t have much weight. Never would I ever question the things he told me because I know how he felt, but in Read the rest of this entry »

Taking a Step Back

It’s been so long since I’ve written one of these. Over the last few months a lot has changed in my life and I feel as if I’ve lost a lot of the inner peace I found while in California. At the same time though, I feel more enlightened than ever. I’ve come to a point in my life where I can see the pieces coming back together. Read the rest of this entry »

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