Life Is Full Of Everything

2017-05-17 Miss Poison Writing Anguish, Daughter, Fibromyalgia Pain, Grief, Health, Honesty, Loss, Memories, Migraines, My Mother, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

Nine years ago today, I lost my mother. I can't always say it out loud, I can't always talk about it, but I honestly have no clue how I've survived this long without her. Not because I need someone else in order to survive, that isn't it, but because life is full of people that … Continue reading Life Is Full Of Everything

Silent Nausea

2016-11-18 Miss Poison Honesty, Life, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Agony, Anguish, Emotional Pain, Failure, Friendship, Health, Honesty, Invisible, Life, Listening, Pain, Personal Perception, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Torture, Useless, Worthless, Writing

I've felt the need to be silent this past two weeks. There are millions of thoughts in my head, things I've love to put into a cohesive pattern, but I honestly cannot bring myself to do so. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally too drained. I am sure many people feel the same way. I will … Continue reading Silent Nausea

Days

2015-07-02 Miss Poison Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Uncategorized, Writing Anguish, Days, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Writing

The days are filled with terror. Problems piled up so high. Panic sets in, as soon as the birds start chirping. Sleepless nights, filled with anguish. Nothing solved from day-to-day, constantly being turned away. No one has answers and no one seems to care, absolving themselves of any and all responsibility. Reliability is rare, it … Continue reading Days