Pieces of Me

I stared at the shattered pieces of my soul that lay on the floor at my feet. Who am I now? I thought. He stole me from me and now I am no longer.

Last Week

Last week I had a story to tell. I knew who I was and I couldn’t wait to get it down. Last week I was going to tell you that on March 13, 1998 I took 95 aspirin and lay down to die.


I wrote this in January 2003 after spending four months living in my car. I hadn't spoken to my best friend, my rock, in 6 months after a horrible fight.