Morning inspiration, turned perspiration; Thank you PTSD
Category: Phoenix Falling
Phoenix Falling: Intro
I sometimes think we leave this world almost the moment we have everything all figured out; the ultimate cosmic joke. This would be a reason why so many bright, amazing people leave us so early. Maybe also, when we die before we are ready, parts of us stay unable to leave this earthly world. I […]
New Purpose
A quick course correction, navigating the hurdles of identity change.
Poster Child
I don’t want to be the name on your next bleeding heart law. I refuse to stand idly by as your medusaec heads echo empty apologies. My well is dry and the buckets keep coming. The neon sign says closed but your blind eyes keep tugging. No law is finite, no job description complete, your […]
Rejected Regrets
survival instincts
Who’d Have Thought?
Isn’t it ironic?
Clean Slate
Where ever you go, there you are. Clean Slate lays to rest some of the myths surrounding identity changes. No glamorous relocations here, just the real world problems you would face if you really did change your identity and start over.
Namesake
What’s in a name?
Phoenix Foresight
It was hard to write a post for today, since the word prompted memories I’d rather replace. It’s not enjoyable, in fact, it rather sucks; but the truth beacons to be free from the depths where it’s been hiding deep inside of me.
The Hole Truth
Life imitates art and life isn’t always pretty. I don’t get to take too much credit for creativity on this one; the beginning a terrible memory and the end an all too real possibility.
Walking Strong!
I remember this girl; Fearless, Powerful, Strong. The girl from my youth that I always wished I could tap into. The me before I knew pain and sorrow. The me before I was knocked down and made to lower my head before others. She is no longer a distant memory. But don’t be mistaken. I […]
So This Is It
Years of running, one broken down door to the next. One thousand, five thousand, ten thousand dollars paid to end my life. Sometimes it was only a quarter ounce, a dime bag, a line. My life clearly not worth much, not to thee, or me, or even police Used as bait and tossed aside, with […]
Manifest Truth
Our scars are reminders of our strength, not the source of it. Refuse to be defined by the events that make life difficult!
