Short Stories

Daily prompt: Prickle

Fear sets in. My heart pounding loudly, a scream stiffled in the back of my throat, holding my breath for fear of being heard. What do I do? Do I just sit here hiding and hope I’m not found? Do I make a run for it? If I run, what if they catch me? Would that be better than just being found here?

Oh god! My mind flashes back to what I’d just seen… Blood everywhere. The agonising scream of whoever it was now dead. The look of hatred in the monsters’ eyes. The total ease they had murdering another human…

I’ve stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time, that’s for sure. If only I’d filled up at the last gas station I’d passed instead of pompeously pushing my luck. If I hadn’t thrown my phone after our fight, I never would have had to leave the car. I wouldn’t be here praying I don’t die the same death I’ve just witnessed. 

Our fight now feels so trivial. Why do I have to be so stubborn? If I could go back in time I’d do it so differently. God, I hope he knows I do love him! If I make it out of this alive I’ll…

My skin prickles as I hear a shoe scuff the pavement behind me, and my vision goes black…


Emotions of past (New chapter)

With the impending arrival of my daughters first birthday I’ve been feeling a whirlwind of emotions.  Disheartment, disappointment, saddeness, but also joy, gratitude, amazement, and bewilderment. Some of the reasons for all these emotions you can probably guess, others, I keep buried within, ashamed. 
I’m ashamed of myself… For how I’ve behaved, how I’ve let anger get to me (Before you try and call cps, my anger is never physical, only yelling. To which obviously bothers me.), how impatient I’ve been, how selfish I can be, of how little I interact with her some days. I’m ashamed of how long it took me to get help, and of the fact I’ve, in some ways, allowed myself to be the terrible person I feel I am.

I’m also proud. Not only of myself for surviving this long, for fighting to be a better me and momma, but for having such an amazing daughter. She’s resilient, brilliant, quick, funny, stubborn, wilful, her own person. She learns so fast! She’s growing and discovering and I get to watch it all in amazement. I don’t know how she does it. It truly is amazing watching her learn and grow.

My theripist says I shouldn’t beat myself up over the past. But how can I not when it’s also the present? What if I had gotten help sooner? Would I still be struggling? How could I have been so blind for so long? All I can remember for the first 6 to 8 months of my child’s life is how much I hated her. And it kills me inside. I became a different person, somebody I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t me, and I damn sure wasn’t the momma I should have been. Would our relationship be different? Stronger? Closer? Sure, she runs to me for a hug or comfort, but would there be more hugs? More snuggles, more laughs? I spent the first half of her life pushing her away emotionally, wishing she wasn’t my problem. An innocent child, one that I’d brought into this world and couldn’t wait to kiss and snuggle! And yet, I had this. 

Eventually I realized I wasn’t okay. I got help, and got on Prozac. For a while it helped immensely. I wasn’t angry, irritable, anxious, as exhausted, and I didn’t feel psychotic. I was the momma I had set out to be. Patient, kind, and doting. I was a good teacher. The guilt set in pretty quickly and has only magnified. Especially as her first year of life ends and I haven’t enjoyed much of it. Especially as right now I’ve been sliding back down to the dark abiss I rose from.

Post partum depression has stolen thosands of moments I wish I had. And some of it is ny own damn fault. I want to enjoy my baby and all the moments. So I need to step up. I need to religiously take my meds, even thought I wish I didn’t have too, and continue to push forward. I don’t want to miss the next year if her life. I want to be the momma I set out to be… Patient, loving, understanding, supportive, trustworthy. I want my baby to grow to be the strong, determined woman I know she will be. 

All of this starts with my attitude today. I can no longer wallow in self pity, guilt, and disappointment. Today forward I will be better for my girl and for me. The darkness will not overpower me.



Total perfection. This is what today’s society expects. What we expect. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect day, perfect house, perfect plans, perfect partner, perfect… Where does it stop?! With you. With me. Us.

The beautiful thing about perfection? It doesn’t exist. I’m not perfect, my hair isn’t perfect, my clothes (let’s be honest, are terrible) aren’t perfect, life isn’t perfect, nothing’s perfect. We should learn to accept and love the imperfections. Sure, a bunch of times imperfections are annoying. (The persistant coughing your co-worker does, the mess left on the table, the car won’t start, the dinner meat went bad…) But lately I’ve been finding a lot of great in imperfections. I’ve been learning from imperfections. Because I don’t need to be perfect. And I no longer want to be perfect. (How stressful would that be?) Let’s choose to just be… Totally imperfect.

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Favorite Scentsy Waxes

We’ll start the blog off with a few reviews on some of my current favorite scents! I’ll update this as I go along as I’ve used up most of my favorites and don’t remember all of the smelling notes.

I adore scentsy waxes, and, while I do enjoy trying new scents, I’m often hesitant to do so based on their website descriptions. I don’t really feel like they’re adequate or much that effort goes into them. Hopefully these help you out!

Disclaimer: Unless otherwise noted, I use 2 wax cubes in my warmers. I am not a Scentsy representative, do not sell Scentsy, and am not paid for any reviews and opinions. 

Sea, Sun, & Fun: One of my all time favs… This bar has a delicious salty smell to it. Hints of sunscreen, sand, and ocean air. It’s not one of those “clean”ocean scents. It’s very playful just like the perfect beach day! Smell strength: Strong, but not overwhelming. Smell length: About 4 days

BOHO: A deliciously spicy wax! Technically a fall scent, but I love warming this chic scent in our master bedroom! Notes of cinnamon and clove, plum and berry, slight slight floral feel… it makes me feel warm, comfortable, and oh so happy! Smell strength: mildly strong. You notice it’s presence, you notice it’s beautiful scent in the room, but its not a smack in the face. Just a delightful note. Smell length: About 4 or 5 days