love
I love because he loved me first
letters to my husband
friendship
There are truths I once knew, but had forgotten
Well, not forgotten, but drowned perhaps, by louder voices clamouring in my head. Yet still they came, other voices, speaking
Today I remember them, because they have a big brother there with them too.
He told me before he died that he would watch over you all and play with you there the way
everything reminds me of him
The green in leaves and on the mountainside. The colour of the sky.The trees we used to walk past.
mental illness
Once, I thought I had chosen the study of mental health to become a healer of broken souls
but I discovered that in fact I did it to find a cure for my own.
I quickly learned that
Thoughts. Thoughts. Memories.
Feelings.
I can’t. I can’t anymore. Can’t stop it from coming back.
the emptiness.
It makes me
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There’s something sacred about the way he looked at me, like I was a prayer he whispered in the
grief
“Who am I?”
“You are beloved,” I say to him.
I suppose people consider romance to be the highest form of love. They
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christmas gift for ren 2020
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visual representation of putting your trust in someone
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The Constellation of Forgotten Things
Grief memoir told in fairy tales by a mother & her late son—mythic stories of love, loss, memory, and finding where you belong
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Again, Before I Forget
Memoir | The poems, prose, and letters of Renley Nicolas Chu—a searing memoir of trauma, grief, survival, and stubborn hope.
mental illness
You tell me to remember what is true.
letters to my husband
mental illness
It's happening again.
letters to my husband
Random stories by Ren and me
written as exercises—alternating one sentence each (mostly)
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