lingerie.

Lingerie

the silky floral-patterned cloth you rip off of me

                then you let your fingers linger

 like the smell of your cologne

                fresh out of the shower

down on me like the rain during spring

                when the flowers blossom

into this person that comes alive

                whenever I’m with you

entry #12

dear depression diary,

nothing exciting to report, I just came here to say I have the most amazing (not) boyfriend.

so it’s getting close to nine o’clock here and I’ve already started three posts that I just can’t finish. not because I don’t have anything to say, but because I just could not get my thoughts together. so we’re sitting here, watching the sinner and I say out loud “ugh, I want to write today but I just can’t get a full post out”. and he says, “why don’t you write about how you’ve been treating me like shit today” as he laughs. and then I realize, this is exactly what I want to write about. ** not the treating him like shit part, because we actually had an amazing day, I just like to tease him a little.

I am in the happiest relationship I’ve been in since high school, I honestly can’t get enough of him.

I have a man who supports me through and through, but also calls me out on my bullshit. someone who challenges me, when I’m wrong and to be better. my triumphs are his triumphs and his are mine. when I feel like I’m failing he is the one who reminds me how amazing I am and how much I have done right. he encourages me to keep going and to try again even when I don’t think I have the strength left in me. even right now, as I’m sitting here experiencing writer’s block; he throws out ideas that spark an entire blog post. he fills my days with so much happiness and laughter that some days I forget I even suffer from depression/ depressive states. and what’s even better, is that on the days when my depression does hit, he’s right there – holding me, talking to me, letting me cry, cooking me food -making sure I know that I am never doing this alone. even when we disagree and argue, I know that I am loved and that we are still okay. we talk like adults, there’s no yelling or cussing or physicalities .. everything with him is just healthy and comfortable and real. at the end of the day, I know I have someone that will always do things with me, we will always be in each other’s corner.

even though I don’t need him, I want him and everything he is .. he only makes me better.

lesson of the day: enjoy the little things like playful banter that can turn into an entire story, because every moment is a story waiting to be told.

entry #9

dear depression diary,

for me, words truly have healing powers.

over the last couple of days, I’ve been engaging with individuals who are also trying to find healthy ways to deal with their trauma and improve their mental health. it has been so overly heartwarming to have these people share their stories with me, and taking the time out of their day to listen to mine. it’s amazing how in the heat of the moment, it feels like you’re the only person going through a certain situation. and then you stop holding your pain and your hurt in, and find out that there are others that have gone through the same thing.

it’s comforting to not feel alone. especially when loneliness is a constant feeling.

so I want to say thank you! thank you to everyone who has shared in my grief about my brother’s death that triggered my depression, my almost miscarriage with my daughter, the preeclampsia I experienced with both of my children, for sharing your stories of single parenthood, the effects of COVID on your mental states, rediscovering yourselves and finding time for yourselves to just be you.

lesson of the day: don’t be afraid to share your stories! someone out there needs to know they’re not alone.

funny, little things.

I’m going to shower before I get in there with you and start getting comfy, he says as he rolls back in the desk chair and stands up. okay, I’m going to finish writing while you’re in there. wanna know something funny? she asks as he grabs his towel and reaches for the doorknob. if it’s not actually funny .. naw, I’m just kidding, what is it? he laughs before urging her to continue. you’re mean – she says with a smirk on her face – I’ll tell you when you come back, that way you have to come back. he smiles back at her as he closes the door and heads into the shower.

this is how rainy nights are meant to be spent

you ready to watch this movie? he asks as he climbs into bed beside her. whenever you are, she replies. come here, he says as he lays flat on his back. she grabs the remote and presses play before laying her head on his chest. with her right arm wrapped around him, she scoots in close and he holds her that much tighter throughout the entire film.

this is how rainy nights are meant to be spent.

you ready to get some sleep, he asks as he glances at his phone. 4:06am. holy shit, it’s 4 oclock. yeah, we should get some sleep while we can. the kids will be awake before we know it, she answers. and with that, he turns off the tv and she turns in to him. he kisses her forehead and she kisses his chest.

this is how rainy mornings are meant to be spent.

she sneaks out of his grasp and quietly goes to use the bathroom. you okay , he asks as she climbs back into bed. mhm, she moans softly as she reaches for the blanket to pull back over her body. gently turning onto his left side, he lays his arm across the pillow, inviting her to come back to the place she was before.

this is how rainy mornings are meant to be spent.

they both open their eyes as the first rays of morning light creeps through the window. both kids are still asleep and they can squeeze in a few more minutes of rest. still laying on his left side, he wraps both arms around her. goodnight, he whispers as he pulls her in close; goodmorning, she utters softly in return as she rests both hands on the arms that hold her. both of them, he concludes, and they share one light chuckle before succumbing to the slumber once more.

this is how rainy mornings are meant to be spent.

footsteps echo in the stairway outside the door, the little humans are awake. they’ve repositioned during their sleep but she’s still laying on his right arm and feels him tighten his embrace as he hugs her and plants the softest kiss atop her head. she glances up at him, his eyes still closed, and reciprocates the affection with a line of kisses across his chest. she looks at her watch, 10:49am, and they prepare to get the day started. he peeks through the blinds and sees the rain, oh yeah, it’s raining outside. this is going to be a ‘write all day’ kind of day. you wanna do that? work on the guardian book? she laughs, and he looks at her quizzically. wanna hear something funny? almost instantly, she regrets her words as he laughs and says, if it’s not actually funny .. I’m joking, I’m joking. what is it? she rolls her eyes and continues. last night after you asked me if I was ready to sleep and we agreed we should, you pulled me in close and closed your eyes. but I just knew you weren’t asleep yet so I asked if we could spend the day writing. you were quiet and that’s when I realized you had fallen asleep in those 2 seconds of silence. the look on his face let’s her know he’s about to say something that is meant to playfully annoy her. oh I wasn’t sleeping, I heard you — just kidding. laughter erupts between the two of them and they share one last kiss before pulling out their laptops.

this is how rainy days are meant to be spent.

entry #7

dear depression diary,

I am lucky.

and in the same breath, I feel the need to say, I am worthy. for so long, I have considered my baggage a burden. one so heavy, that I felt like I didn’t deserve to share that load with any else. for once in my life, I am happy to be wrong.

I have someone who comes with his own baggage. but we came together and found some luggage that carries both our loads in one. his is mine and mine is his; I have a partner. and I swear, y’all, that’s all I have ever wanted. someone who sees me for who I am and doesn’t try to change me. someone who doesn’t try to tell me who I am or, more importantly, who I am not. someone who has more patience with the little humans than I do on most days (I love them to death, but they are a handful. as I type this, both little humans are yelling “MOM!” in each ear #sendhelp – one wants gummies and the other wants pudding for dessert).

as much as I tease him about being my not boyfriend (we are taking things slow because this is our first relationship in a few years), he is still here; committed and present. when he’s away from me and the little humans, he calls us via Duo to check in. he asks about school activities, and homework, and the fun things they did that day. he is a writer, just like me, and my favorite nights are when we spend hours on the phone proofing our WIPs and working on other materials. a close second are the nights we spend together: him on one side of the bed reading books on the art of comics and me on the other side reading classic lit or blogging. he’s dorkier than I am, and despite the bumps we’ve hit in the road, I am certain that I won’t find anyone else like him. honestly, I wouldn’t want to.

if you had asked me 8 months ago if I thought I deserved this kind of happiness, I would have told you “it’s okay, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m going to be single for the rest of my life. as long as I have the little humans, I’m okay with that”. my friend’s would call me pessimistic and tell me that it was that negative attitude that was stopping me from finding someone special.

again, for once, I’m glad someone else was right.

lesson of the day: don’t succumb to negativity. when you surround yourself with it, that’s all you will ever know. be open to the possibilities, they are truly endless.

lovestoned.

love with you is like my favorite record in slowed time

your hands caress my body

memorizing every inch of me like beautiful lyrics

warm sensations as your fingers pay close attention to your favorite parts of me

our bodies move in rhythm like my favorite song

no skips or scratches, we are in perfect condition

you turn up the bass and I feel you deep inside me

eyes closed, my hums and moans provide the background vocals

you flip me over to side B and the beat makes my body tremble

every note resonates through the fibers of my being

hands around my waist, thumbs laid perfectly in the dimples on my back

you pull me back into you

my singing gets louder as we reach the crescendo

fin

deep sighs, slow descent

me onto you , you into me.

excerpt #1

Locked in his gaze, his brown eyes drew me in deeper; so deep that I didn’t realize what was happening until I felt his hand gently cup my face as his body leaned in to meet mine and our lips met. He kissed me tenderly, his thumb caressing the outline of my cheekbone; and I kissed him back, my fingers lost in the tresses of his soft coif. I felt his other hand slide across the small of my back and I allowed myself to be pulled in closer, filling any space that had been left between us. Planting one last peck on my lips, he rested his forehead against mine and held me tightly.

                “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time we spoke”, he whispered.

                It was hard not to smile, not to be happy in that moment. I had spent so much time brooding over the fact that the attraction between us was not mutual; I had never been more thankful to be wrong. Completely lost for words, I placed a hand on his left cheek and softly kissed the other. We sat wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes longer before I broke the silence.