I Write Things

Who told us we had to be done?
That feels made up

This is my ✨dream house✨—tucked into the woods of Arkansas. It was actually my grandfather’s vision, built from everything he ever wanted. Somehow, it became the setting for everything I imagine, too.

There’s something about it that lingers. Like it’s holding more than memories.
It haunts me, in the quiet way places do when they mean too much.

I wrote a book about decluttering.
It contains very little advice and a lot of feelings.

I’m no expert or therapist.
I won’t give you stats or facts about how my methods have helped X amount of people.

I will share my experiences of tackling clutter after years of built-up grief, loss, and hopelessness. Think of it as a journey with a friend who’s actually been there before 📖✨

Hi. I’m April. I write things.

Mostly essays and short books. Mostly about grief, memory, and whatever mood won’t let go. Writing is how I keep it contained.

…Hope, a fragile soldier, stands weakly aligned,
Crushed by the weight of the war in my mind.
But the battle, unyielding, devours its might,
Leaving but fragments, consumed by the night.

The echoes of battle reverberate within,
A symphony of sorrow, drowning out my grin.
The war inside me, a haunting refrain,
A constant reminder of my deepest pain.

Yet amidst the carnage, a truth does appear,
That wars may be fought, but hope lingers near.
With weary resolve, I struggle to endure,
But the noose of despair, it tightens for sure.

In this ceaseless struggle, I've reached my rope's end,
Broken and shattered, too tired to pretend.
For the war inside me has taken its toll,
Drained me of strength, consuming my soul.

I falter and stumble, on the edge of despair,
Yearning for solace, a respite from this snare.
But the battle seems endless, and I'm losing the fight,
No flicker of hope, no glimmer of light.

In the depth of my torment, I long to be free,
From the war inside me that won't let me be.
For this weary spirit has grown faint and weak,
Lost in the shadows, unable to speak.

But as I surrender to the darkness's embrace,
A spark of defiance ignites in this space.
A flicker of strength rises from deep within,
A glimmer of resilience, ready to begin.

Though battered and bruised, I'll rise from the flame,
Rekindling my spirit, reclaiming my name.
For within this chaos, a woman shall rise,
From the depths of despair, to reclaim the skies.

Happy Father’s Day to my husband and father of these two amazing kids. I love the family we created ❤️

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Missing you every day, but today is tougher than others. I miss your silly faces and your food pic texts. And all your stories, and your support. Wish you were here, so we could see the new Indiana Jones later this month.



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Today’s mood.

May photo dump 📷 🌸🐾

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