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Within the hour of her receiving the text message from Craig, ordering her back to work that day for a mystery client, Sara nearly power stomped her way into the shop, her bag of tricks slung high over

“Who the hell does he think he is?” Sara exclaimed as she paced the bedroom floor, still as frustrated as she was leaving the shop the day before. Her still damp hair clinging gently to her cheeks in soft

Within the hour of her receiving the text message from Craig, inviting her into work that day for a mystery client, Sara nearly power stomped her way into the shop, her bag of tricks slung high over her

“Who the hell does he think he is?” Sara exclaimed as she paced the bedroom floor, still as frustrated as she was leaving the shop the day before. Her still damp hair clinging gently to her cheeks in soft

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Sara woke at the crack of noon as she did most every morning. The early afternoon sun filtered down through her lace curtains and glittered into the water of her aquarium where she kept her pet turtle,

Moving to a small Colorado mountain town was never something that I thought I would do. I was born and raised in the city, but now, I live in the farthest thing from it. There is one grocery store in town,

April 2018. I haven’t felt like journaling much lately. I cannot say why for certain. It’s not like it is hard or anything. I simply haven’t had the motivation to do so, and I don’t know why. Sure, it

March 2018. I haven’t been journaling much, as you can probably tell by the dates. I haven't had the passion nor the mental focus to sit and look at blank pages for minutes or even hours on end. I haven’t

July 2017. The past couple months of my life considerable trial of patients and strength. By the time anyone other than myself reads this, it will be over and done with. Taken care of in the swiftest manner

April 2017. Sometimes we lose our fight with our darkness. Some of us go kicking and screaming, reluctant to except our end is inevitable and others go more peacefully, calmly, knowing that we’ve lived

Well well well… Jesus Christ. Today could not have been any worse. I had a plan to be released on Wednesday (today is still Monday). But the “doctor” saw fit to send me home today. Despite how I begged

March, 2017 Well, here we are again. Locked in a psych ward in ________. I’ve been here for about six hours now. Though it feels like three days should have passed by now. It isn’t all bad. I have my journal,

So, my second day locked in here. Locked being the key word apparently. Every bathroom here in the “Open Ward” was locked after I had woken up this morning, with only one of them actually being occupied.