The Only Way Out is Through

I haven't slept well in a while. My legs stung as I woke up, a sign of another night of restless sleep. I dragged my feet to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, passing roommates asleep on the couch after a late night of drinking. It's 6 AM and I'm on my sixth…

waking life, in the light

My memories are few and far between. Whether it's the medication or years of uncontrolled seizures, many times I find myself missing key pieces when I see friends and reminisce. I smile and laugh, trying to avoid the gnawing feeling in my chest. I fiddle with my clothes, sip on my coffee, look around the…

Survived By

I see your name in the newspaper. The photo next to it is unfamiliar to me, you're smiling but I don't know what at. I've seen glimpses before. A photo from a Christmas before I was even a thought, one of you in a kitchen with yellow appliances and a patterned, laminate floor. My mother…