Jennifer Brown

I'd spend about an hour, my room darkening around me, wondering what the hell happened to make me so unsure of who I even was. Because who you are is supposed to be the easiest question in the world to answer, right? Only for me, it hadn't been easy for a very long time.

Jennifer Brown

I sat back and looked at it. It was ugly, dark, uncontrolled. Like a monster's face. Or maybe what I saw there was my own face. I couldn't quite tell. Was the face the image of something evil or the image of myself?" Both," Beam uttered, as if I'd spoken my question out loud. "Of course, it's both. But it shouldn't be. Goodness, no.

Jennifer Brown

It'd felt good to be part of an "us," with the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same miseries.

Jennifer Brown

Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing.

Jennifer Brown

Life isn't fair. A fair's a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the Ferris wheel.

Jennifer Brown

Some days making it to the end of the day is quite the victory. -- BEA

Jennifer Brown

Sometimes even stuff you expect to happen can still hurt

Jennifer Brown

Sometimes, in my world where parents hated one another and school was a battleground, it sucked to be me.

Jennifer Brown

Time's never up," she whispered, not looking at me, but at my canvas. "Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing. Of course there is.

Jennifer Brown

We drove on in silence, Dad shaking his head in disgust every few minutes. I stared at him, wondering how it was we got to this place. How the same man who held his infant daughter and kissed her tiny face could one day be so determined to shut her out of his life, out of his heart. How, even when she reached out to him in distress - Please, Dad, come get me, come save me - all he could do was accuse her. How that same daughter could look at him and feel nothing but contempt and blame and resentment, because that's all that radiated off of him for so many years, and it had become contagious.

Jennifer Brown

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