Heather Nichols

The Ghost That Haunts Me, heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/05/09/the…

Unrecognizable heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/04/08/unr…

To The Addict In My Life heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/03/17/to-…

When Red Flags Feel Like Home heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/03/15/whe…

Is it Awkward or is it Good? heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/03/05/is-…

Tune in a Bucket heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/03/03/tun…

Peter Pan heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/02/13/pet…

There is no shame in what I've experienced and I hope that by sharing my story that there is one person who can be brave enough to say "Me, too." and shed their shame shackles in the process. heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/she…

To the Next Girl heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2022/11/23/to-…

On Your Fourth Birthday heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2022/11/18/on-…

On Your Third Birthday heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2021/11/17/on-…

It was always you. I was always waiting on you and only you. The funny thing about waiting is that the thing or person that we're waiting on rarely changes, the person waiting is who experiences the change. I am changed, for waiting for you. I'm kinder and more gentle, I am m

I'm Getting Used To It #heatherneedsadiary heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2021/05/08/im-…

Just posted a photo @ Lowell, Arkansas instagram.com/p/COBw_xgBb4x/…

I know that you’re feeling empty and tired and like you have nothing left to give, like you can’t fight anymore. I know you’re feeling bitter and angry and jealous and that those feelings leave you with guilt. I know that you’re telling yourself to just suck it up and con

God Met Me at Arvest Bank heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2021/04/09/god…

The Day After heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2021/03/12/the…

The Work God Did In Me heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2021/03/01/the…

So angry that I want to watch the entire world burn just so they might feel the consumption of the pain that I have and will endure. Other times, I feel so sad that it's almost as if every color I see is tinged with blue and I'm walking in quick sand.

I feel pretty numb and disconnected from all of this most days. Never from you, just from my emotion; the weight of mourning you is so heavy. When I think about how I've been robbed of you I, sometimes, feel really angry.

To My Embryo Baby "Your sister gets all of the attention and glory but, really, conception day is yours, too." #heatherneedsadiary heatherneedsadiary.wordpress.com/2020/12/07/to-…