You were gone, in an instant, just gone and I had a terrible time understanding death. How can a person just go away? How could you go away? I lost you but I also lost a piece of my innocence, a blissful ignorance of how terrible grief really is, I didn’t know how much it… Continue reading Three Years Later…
I hate to hear of people complaining of growing older. I feel annoyed when people “dread” their birthdays, but I have to be honest, and admit that I’ve been one of those people for the past couple of weeks. My birthday is less than a week away and it makes me sad to think about,… Continue reading His “My Last Birthday”…
If it makes you cry when you write it, it’s good. This one made me bleed. Xo – Steph
My “real life” has been so busy I haven’t had as much time as I’ve wanted to write, but manage to sneak in a poem here or there. Xo – Steph ‘Don’t Break Them’ ‘Enough’ ‘Just Me’
Be still, this takes more strength and courage than any fight we could ever fight. I say this to myself daily, usually several times a day. I say this and I think of grace. The grace in letting go, grace in accepting our circumstances, even when we don’t like them. I’ve spent a lot of… Continue reading Be still…
Grief doesn’t diminish the good & happy things in your life but the good & happy things won’t take your grief away. You have to carry it all, in constant conflict.
Thank you for praying for my broken heart even though your own heart is shattered. Thank you for giving me permission to move forward. Thank you for knowing me well enough to know that I would need your permission. Thank you for giving me space and freedom to express my grief in any way I’ve needed to.
So what if we’re not perfect? So what if we let people see who we really are, beyond the snapshots of Facebook and Instagram.
Don’t be cautiously happy, just be happy!
I’ve heard, time and time again, when you meet “the one”, you’ll just know. Umm? Really? Like, right then? Will I see a sign? Like an actual person holding a sign? Is confetti involved? Yeah, no. Not the case for me. None of the above. Not even close. I’ve dated (I hate dating), I’ve been… Continue reading When do you know?