How The Art of Kintsugi Taught Me The Beauty In Being Broken

Trauma. Pain. Hurt. Wounds. Sickness. Brokenness. Suffering. Damage. Agony. FIGHT AND FIGHT AND FIGHT UNTIL YOU DIE It is the beauty of life to break us. Life is neither nice nor fair, it hinges on its indifference to our happiness and pain. You were given life at birth and until the day you die it will take from you. And the only thing you can … Continue reading How The Art of Kintsugi Taught Me The Beauty In Being Broken

Don’t you owe the person that saves you?

You told me you wanted to die and I couldn’t understand You hated yourself. You hated the world I was your breath of fresh air I loved you and you loved me back You tried to kill yourself when you lost everything. I rescued you   You are Beautiful-crazy and witty You are perfect and that’s really annoying You liked my hat and you didn’t … Continue reading Don’t you owe the person that saves you?

When I was 4 my mother tried to kill me

When I was 4 my mother tried to kill me. She tried to suffocate me with a pillow while I slept. I barely have memories up until the age 6 but that night I will never forget. My father got her off me and mercilessly beat her, for some reason the look in his eyes didn’t stem from love for me but pure dominance of … Continue reading When I was 4 my mother tried to kill me