Author Archives: Kiah Nordgren

This title has no real significance. Actually, that’s a lie. But I will be choosing to keep the relevance hidden. Ask if you care.  I’m back in Washington. Moved into the girls house. I don’t know how I feel about that. It’s good in a lot of ways. I’m around friends now. The carpet isContinue reading “Get Out There and Kill Kill Kill!”

It was the night before Christmas, and Kiah was definitely stirring, because who else is writing this if not me. Idk, I was trying to go somewhere clever with that, but I’m adjusted to Kansas time again, so it is pretty late.  Four minutes until Christmas.  I sat in a Christmas eve service today, andContinue reading “Re-entry shock 2?”

Before the eternal worm devours Connecticut. That’s what song I’m listening to, and its really late, so I won’t be writing much.  It sucks that I finally finally finally feel at home here again, and I have to leave in two days. I don’t want to go home for Christmas. I hated Christmas because IContinue reading “A Quick One”

I am normal tonight. That is rare as of late.  To sum up how the past week and a half since I last wrote has been: I now have a therapist that I will be seeing weekly.  It was either that or a residential facility for a few weeks.  I’m fine tonight, maybe it’s aContinue reading “Stable”

I don’t have access to my old posts anymore. I kind of wish that I hadn’t deleted them. They were all on Instagram at this point. Actually, wait no. I had switched over to my actual blog I think. I still miss it. Anyway, a year ago, I had written a list of things thatContinue reading “Thanksgiving weekend”

My iPad is at 8 percent. I think I’m going to write until it dies. Maybe. My charger is down in the green room, and I really don’t feel like making the trek outside just for a charger.  Life keeps happening, as it usually does. I can’t seem to keep up. It’s already the earlyContinue reading “8 percent”

I’m not necessarily conflicted. I just suck at coming up with titles. I could just… not make titles, but where’s the fun in that? So lame.  I think I’m just going to jump right in because I’m tired, it’s late late, but I actually have the motivation to write (what whatttt), so I’m USING it. Continue reading “Conflicted”

I haven’t written in a while.  That isn’t to say I haven’t wanted to. I have wanted to, sort of. I have plenty to write about, I just. Haven’t. Making all sorts of excuses to myself, mostly about being too tired to write. That never stopped me last year. In fact, that probably kept itContinue reading “Returned”

The first post I’m making since coming back to Washington. By some cruel twist of fate, I sit in the same spot that I used to sit to write these, same keyboard, same time of night, but no more of the same people.  I need to stop comparing, because comparison is the thief of joy,Continue reading “Firsts and Returns”

Healing is weird. The concept of it. Because what do you mean outside of one little sad moment, that was more about “oh I miss my DTS, but specifically Trevor in this instance” than it was about him leaving, I was fine today? Turns out all I needed to do was let go. Past KiahContinue reading “Healing”