Writer. Photographer. Child of God
I am one of many that suffer from anxiety disorder and depression. I’ve been told by friends and family that this is something you don’t talk about, but I am going to talk about it. I am tired of the forced shame from others who don’t understand what it’s like. I love birds. I think they’re... Continue Reading →
If you do not go with me, Do not send me up from here. I cannot bear to go alone. I need your hand to bring me home. If you do not go with me, Do not send me from this place. Be the lamp who guides my feet, Through laughter and the bittersweet. If you do... Continue Reading →
My first novel is done. Or probably done… I only say probably because of the sleep stealing fear that it’s not ready and I don’t know it. From the things I’ve read by other writers in my situation, this feeling is not uncommon. Regardless, I now stand on the cusp of query and rejection letters…... Continue Reading →
"I am cold." "Let me warm you." And he slipped off his jacket "I am tired." "Use my shoulder." And she fell comfortably to sleep "I am sad." "Let me hold you." And she wept and was comforted "I am frightened." "I'll protect you." And he shielded her from their blows "I am lost." "I... Continue Reading →
It was about 2 a.m. That’s my standard wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night time. I usually have to pee and spend about twenty minutes trying to ignore the urge so I can get back to sleep. It obviously doesn't work and I end up getting up. I hung my feet over the side until they reached the carpet and... Continue Reading →
Rachel Svendsen 