The Great Escape: History

The Great Escape: Care

I heard the leaves crunching under their feet as they walked through the backyard. I knew that it was only seconds before they discovered where I was, so I turned around and walked back towards them.

I felt significantly better, but still slightly unsteady. I thought of what to tell them, but came up with nothing. Too late to turn around, and I hoped that it wasn’t obvious that I was not feeling well, not drunk.

“Claudia Joy.” I greeted, looking around the house. “Was that Denise I just heard?”

“Yeah.” In quick strides, Denise appeared beside her as they shared a look. It wasn’t hard to tell what they were thinking either. “We missed you at the meeting.”

The Great Escape: Absence

[Life goes on. It gets so heavy, the wheel breaks the butterfly.]

I thought about what I had confessed this afternoon, and wondered how quickly I could unravel. How quickly I could calm the urge to numb out the anger, with pills that I no longer had.  

As I pushed the wine onto the counter, it sloshed some, but I didn’t stop to clean it up. Instead I walked upstairs, and dug through my purse. When I found the container of tic tacs, I realized that it wouldn’t be as satisfying when I popped a couple into my mouth, but did so anyway and walked into the bathroom.

The Great Escape: Scars

{Look in these eyes; we know each other like our own skin and bones. We know the scars, how they got where they are, in places no else knows.}  

After the confession, I composed myself and began piling everything onto the platter for an easy clean up. My first thought being to wash everything, but I only ended up pushing everything onto the counter and walking back into the living room.  

When I sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief, I felt a bubble of emotion come to the surface. They were no longer tears of sadness, but of relief that somebody else knew my secret.

E is for Edith

A little over a year later, my sister Edith was born. Unlike my brothers who I knew could probably fend for themselves, I felt a certain pride and protection over this little girl: my sister—a fair tempered little girl, who’s brown hair stuck up all over the place.

By this time, my mom had quit her job. With four children under the age of four, she considered that it was better to be at home. Especially since Braxton would soon be starting Pre-K. It was hard to think that my oldest little brother would soon be in Kindergarten.  

The Great Escape: Confessions

How does anyone deal with a great deal of anxiety, but in their own way?

For me I could no longer bottle up any of my anxiety any longer. Instead of seeing a good therapist, I was able to get a prescription. It was all too easy, and I certainly didn’t have to fake any of it because I was living in the emotion. At the same time, that prescription was a way to numb all the pressure that I was under. I guess I could call it: the great escape.

I Feel. . .

...void of energy.

.... like I've had a rough couple of days.

...accomplished for finishing two writing pieces.

...like going to bed. Right now :(

...grumpy

... and sick

CAN WE START THIS WEEK AGAIN?
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Army Wives: Hope Drawn Near

With the unexpected deployment last week, there were no words that couldn’t have been expressed: other than in a kiss of love and devotion; his hand that lingered on my swelling belly. And despite being about four weeks away from delivering our first child, all I could think about was him coming back home to us.

As usual, he couldn’t tell me how long they were going to be deployed or where they were going, so I always knew there was a remote possibility that I would go into labor before he came home. But as the days passed by and the weather grew stormier, with the possibility of a few minor storms—nothing could have prepared me for a tornado.

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Army Wives: Welcome, to My Perfect Life!

Ah! My first shot at writing for the TV show, Army Wives. I love the character Kelli Williams has as Jackie Clark :) The rest of this oneshot should be pretty self-explanatory. Perhaps now I can get back to writing ehem...other things.

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May I: A Long Story

Gillian had made it as far as the couch, where she put everything. The ride home was barely remembered as she walked up the stairs and collapsed on the bed. As soon she closed her eyes, she was out.

When she finally woke, it was hours later and she felt dazed for the longest time. It took her awhile to remember what had happened at the hospital, but she was so tired that the kiss that Cal gave didn’t even faze her—now she was thinking about it.