When the Lies Outlive the Liar

I mentioned writer’s block yesterday, and here’s why: I’ve been chewing on how to talk about this without sounding mean-spirited or like I’m slinging mud for the sake of it. The problem is, when the truth itself is ugly, there’s only so much you can do to make it sound polite. And honestly? I’m not …

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Broken Cycles, Sleepless Nights

I’ve slept like shit the last few nights—tossing, turning, always waking up in the middle of the bed, like the physical center somehow echoes the emotional void around me. As I was getting ready for bed last night, a thought kept bubbling up: God, I wish I had stopped ignoring the signs. I wish I’d …

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