Category Archive: The Secrets

Orange. I Fucking Hate Orange.

We pulled up to the thrift store, mostly just a way to get some fresh air and work through whatever this was between us. I went in first, he followed behind. I walked… Continue reading

About Writing & Infidelity & Writing about Infidelity.

I would like to preface this with a few things. Not everyone knows that 95% of what I publish was written somewhere around three to six months prior to editing and publishing. I… Continue reading

What is, but isn’t.

What is there, but isn’t there? Hands on my face, pulling me near I long for his kiss that touches my skin, But never comes near my body. His voice I hear in… Continue reading

“Surprise — New Book Release”

“Surprise — New Book Release” @minnavonwalden https://medium.com/@minnavonwalden/surprise-new-book-release-a5124fd7caab Image by Erica Dal Maso 

The feeling of nothing

  May 2017 Passion, it’s what makes a great writer. Without passion, the writer does not write. I’ve not been feeling passionate as of late. I’m not happy yet I’m not sad. I’m… Continue reading

Anxiety – A truly ugly part of life.

Anxiety, a truly ugly part of life. Anxiety attacked me yesterday, full on assault today. I know this all too well, I hate it too. First, depression tried to keep me in bed,… Continue reading

He asks about my boyfriend

A familiar face and familiar arms circling me in a hug. He asks about my boyfriend, as he always does. He looks sad and offers an apology when I explain that the man… Continue reading

Life, it can be a complicated mess

Life, it can be a complicated mess, a nasty, gross, unfortunate, painful mess. It can be beautiful too, happiness and all the warm fuzzy feelings. I remember those exist, but I at the… Continue reading

My Heart was Fighting to Beat

I woke up in the middle of the night, for the second time this week, something feeling wrong with my body. I felt like the weight of the air was crushing my chest,… Continue reading

But for now, It’s Darkness

There are days that I hesitate before writing yet another sad and depressive piece of writing — I fear pushing people away with my gloomy sadness. Today I considered the possibility that hesitating or even… Continue reading