*Thank you to @Nakdgirlinadress for helping me out today for giving me something to think about, write about and work to overcome. The wrinkles are gathered around my eyes like the end piece of twisted plastic on a piece of… Read More ›
being weak
Brushstrokes Of Happy
Every now and then, there comes a day that drives me to my knees. Today I became immersed in a moment of pure weakness and pain. Many times when I find myself there, I take to writing and when words… Read More ›
Broken Strength
The minutes drug by as I struggled not to give in and cry. Sitting alone on the table I felt so very small, cold and helpless. A grown adult I attempted to belittle myself about my pain. “You see kids… Read More ›
Alycia Neighbours 