PinnedRennaya WritesWe Made a Home of a RoomIt was simply a room with twin beds, ugly polka dot painted walls and mismatched furniture, a barely functioning door that led to the…Aug 22, 2021Aug 22, 2021
Rennaya WritesWhere does it go?I’ve always wondered where it went—if there was a room somewhere where it entered and shut the door behind itself, locking everyone else…Aug 4, 20231Aug 4, 20231
Rennaya WritesGrowing PainsThe thin line between being too much and never enough, wondering if I would carry this hurt for the rest of my life. I did not.Sep 16, 2022Sep 16, 2022
Rennaya WritesDear August, You hold the date of my worst memory.You are the beginning of my sickness, for which no remedy exists. Year in and year out, I dread the days leading up to you.Aug 24, 2022Aug 24, 2022
Rennaya WritesI’ll See You, When I See You.We don't say goodbye. That word does not exist in the vocabulary of our relationship. It's too heavy.Jun 9, 2022Jun 9, 2022
Rennaya WritesIt’ll Be OkayI think that it’s okay... It’s okay not to know, it’s okay to be tired.Apr 6, 2022Apr 6, 2022
Rennaya Writes“This is all me, not you.”“It's not you, it's me.” A paraphrased rendition of “this is all me, not you.” The second time I was presented with this phrase, I was left…Mar 25, 2022Mar 25, 2022
Rennaya Writes6.a.m ThoughtsIt’s 6 a.m. The world rouses from its slumber as I am plunged into deep despair. I’m trying hard to get my lungs to fill up with air.Feb 19, 2022Feb 19, 2022