It’s been eight years since I walked out of the glass doors of Planned Parenthood with a can of Progresso soup and an emptiness food wouldn’t fix. I felt sick, depressed and ashamed. It was all in the pursuit of keeping my dead relationship together.  Oh, the loneliness that I felt that day. I had no one to talk to that I felt safe around. For years I feared putting my secret onto paper and immortalizing it. I was too afraid of being judged to share, to see if anyone else was walking around with this painful little world inside of them. A little world of emptiness where a spark, a life, a

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It’s been eight years since I walked out of the glass doors of Planned Parenthood with a can of Progresso soup and an emptiness food wouldn’t fix. I felt sick, depressed and ashamed. It was all in the pursuit of keeping my dead relationship together.  Oh, the loneliness that I felt that day. I had no one to talk to that I felt safe around. For years I feared putting my secret onto paper and immortalizing it. I was too afraid of being judged to share, to see if anyone else was walking around with this painful little world inside of them. A little world of emptiness where a spark, a life, a

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