Lately, I've been trying to be much more aware of now —what's happening now, enjoying now, appreciating now before it becomes back then. 

Somewhere along the way, I traded out the good, light parts of relationships for heaviness, for weights.

I don't think I'm the only one.

It's crazy how something as simple as a letter, even a page or less, can do the work of resuscitation or be a homing beacon.

We all need help. We all need to ask for it. I've learned that—sometimes the hard way.

Just because I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's good to ask for help (and bad if I don't) doesn't mean I don't need to work pretty hard to force myself to do it.

Ah, Bitterness. What a pal.

Bitterness has been around so long, speaks so smoothly the thoughts and words I want to hear when I'm hurt or angry, feels so much like a natural companion, that I can trick myself into thinking of it almost like an advocate who fights on my behalf.