Epiphany Tiffany

Every time I feel that I’m heading upward towards something great, I find myself back at ground zero. Why do shitty things happen to good people? Does being a kind person make us even more susceptible to being torn down? If that’s the case, why even tell me I  have a good heart? Or that I’m kind, sweet and matter? Or the I love you’s told by so many that I could now say that they obviously didn't mean. Yet here I am yet again, crippled back down in the basement. Breathing in this unclean air as it has me thinking… Perhaps we are just dealt shitty cards in life. Maybe the nicer and happier we are, the more shitty things happen to us. But should that truly ever stop us from being kind?  Nope .  Because through all the shit storms, and I mean loads and loads of crap I’ve been through, I somehow never allow myself to stop smiling. You wanna know why?  Because I know the things that happen to me are because they need to happen to me. To help me grow, to teach me to be str...

Every now and then, In my mind you ask me  how I’ve been. I tell you that I’m fine  hoping you don’t notice  my vague lack of genuine.  But of course you did. Because that’s who you are. You could always see  what’s really going on  inside of my heart. So where do I start? When people ask me about my day, I wanna tell them  it’s been a few hard years.  Instead,  I smile and tell them  okay, But deep in the seams  I’m unraveling away.  Every now and then, It really is okay. Then I compile all that I’ve been through  and find me lacking sensible faith. I guess it’s easier to blame myself  than carry resentment that would eat me away. I couldn’t blame you. I just accepted the truth,  broke into pieces  and wept through endless bottles of Chardonnay.  Every now and then, I even question my own mistakes. I guess I thought if I did something different  maybe the past I could’ve escaped.  But I’m als...