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  • byanniemd007
  • Nov 14,22
  • Annie whole life, Coming of Age, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, PTSD

Doorbell Ditch 🖤

So I haven’t felt like writing lately. I’ve been stuck in my head with thoughts that hide, even from myself. Unidentified tears sting but don’t fall, because if I admit why they are there or where they belong, it’s too much. Overwhelming. Sometimes, it’s all too much. And as you…
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  • byanniemd007
  • Sep 17,22
  • Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Hypnosis, Middle Aged Women, neglect, Ouija Board, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, PTSD

No Ouija Boards Allowed 🖤

In middle school, I had a real best friend. One I chose for myself, and one that chose me right back. I don’t even remember the first day I met Sara. I hope she does. We were always together. Package deal for two whole years. We had RT bus passes…
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  • byanniemd007
  • Aug 15,22
  • Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery, PTSD

Dill Chicken 🖤

It must have been 7th grade when we lived on 45th Street in East Sac. Not 45th and J. Not even 45th and H. More like 45th and F, if you know what I mean. Not the Lady Bird street. It was Doc’s house. He was nice enough, unless I…
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  • byanniemd007
  • Aug 02,22
  • abandonment, Annie whole life, childhood trauma, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, PTSD

Jack-In-the-Crack 🖤

I don’t know where to begin. Definitely not in Times New Roman. Not Arial. Maybe Book Antiqua. For sure not Comic Sans. I have always written things. My thoughts, my memories, my joy, my sorrow. You name it. Just not term papers. Never quite lived up to my “academic potential”…
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