It Does Get Better

I can recall a vivid scene from Sophomore year in college. My roommate and I would occasionally run at our apartment gym to make room for ice cream. On one particular night we were leaving the gym and decided to check our mail before heading back home. We walked around the corner and were met by a girl with her head bowed down, hair covering her face while slitting her wrist. My eyes locked in on the bright, red blood dripping to the ground. As what was unfolding clicked in my mind, I walked around to the other side of the building out of sight and ear shot to call 911. While I called 911, my roommate went back to the gym to get paper towels. We wanted this girl to know we saw her and we were there for her, but we didn’t want her to run away in fear. I remember the bright ambulance lights and the screech of the sirens as she was whisked away. I stood stunned. This night rocked my world. I rushed home to call a dear friend of mine. I knew at one point in time, she gravitated toward self-infliction.  I couldn’t stop crying and between […]

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The Man I Met in the Wilderness

This blog sounds like it’s either about my close encounter with an ax murderer in the woods or my happily ever after with the Brawny man. It’s neither. But unfortunately, or fortunately  depending on which plot you were rooting for,  it’s neither. I was enjoying my “dream praycation” hanging out in my hammock – or my official happy place.  I’m dozing off in the shade, curled up like a caterpillar in its cocoon, with a soft wind gently swaying me from side-to-side. I’m allowing my mind to wander to far away places when I hear a “Hey!” Startled, I shake off my slumber and look around to see a man coming my way. As he got closer, I could focus on his frame which was such a peculiar sight that a slight chuckle escaped my lips. He was wearing semi-nice dress pants and a button-up collared shirt, but his attire was oddly splattered with paint. It wasn’t exactly the wardrobe I would have chosen for a brisk walk on the trails, but to each his own. His hands caught my attention next. Wearing black gloves garnished with remnants of paint he held two blue weights on his shoulders and carried a twinkle in his eyes. Not like a creepy Santa Claus twinkle […]

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