How We Met:

Life doesn't come with Trigger Warnings, so this is your only warning.

there will be blood, bones and breath. that is your only warning.

some pain really is avoidable. maybe not loss, maybe not grief but the road of self sabotage that takes us there surely is a road paved over with the most shiny of cheap silver and faux gold. That shit sparkles but doesn’t illuminate, is the current question of my reality. My life use to feel like a blended reality of pain and pleasure- these days it feels all like pain manifested from a pseudo sense of pleasure. SO if the fun wasn’t real, why is the pain so blatant? I am looking to take my time and comb over the layers of my reality with a fine tooth comb, and some audacity— because where grief is taken me, I am going to need all of the fine-tuning God can muster.

On October 24th 2022, I got the call that no one, in love, wants to receive. I got the phone call that my live in boyfriend shy of just five years, had been found deceased.