Suicde.

Zombie love poem.

It’s about Betrayal.

I see them more than ever now (triggers) because now I think of them. I want them and I can’t.

A poem I have just written exploring how anorexic triggers seem to not have such an impact anymore. How I can choose how to react to the triggers.

We make memories each day as time moves along. Some are wonderful, pleasant memories; some are everyday occurrences as mundane as watching a child pet a kitten. Some memories are sad. But they are all there, etched in our minds forever.