<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[My Site 1]]></title><description><![CDATA[My Site 1]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 02:03:20 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[My Peace]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I think about what my peace would be, I see my husband and me building the home of our dreams. I see us living in a little cabin with our cats and enjoying our peace. Our home would be in the middle of nowhere but close enough to not feel isolated. I would be able to wake up and step outside and breathe in deeply and finally feel safe. My husband and I would sit on our little porch and watch as our future kids play in the yard. They would be picking flowers and playing in puddles from...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/my-peace</link><guid isPermaLink="false">694c6527e045674542a07536</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2025 22:15:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Heart Has A Hole]]></title><description><![CDATA[Seeing you slowly die in front of me was the hardest thing I have done. You were just six years old. Hearing them tell me that your lungs...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/my-heart-has-a-hole</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e2c9864a2f8583aa98af3c</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 19:43:12 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Pain Left Behind]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have always been full of feelings. I know I have talked about my scenario of death before, but I still think about it every day. I...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/the-pain-left-behind</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e2c6474a2f8583aa98a886</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 19:26:01 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Man That Sat With Me In The Mud]]></title><description><![CDATA[After all the pain I went through, I thought no one could love this mistake of a person. I was sure I was broken beyond repair. My...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/the-man-that-sat-with-me-in-the-mud</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e2c5e2fabe64c932f72678</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 19:24:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Others]]></title><description><![CDATA[After “N,” the boys I was with were just the means to the end of who I was after him. “K” was a gentle soul stuck in a body of...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/the-others</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e2c5458ae7b3cf15bf4efc</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 19:22:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Pain Of First Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[“N” was a love that hurt so badly when it was gone. He made me feel like a better person for a long time. He cared about my health and...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/the-pain-of-first-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e2c4404a2f8583aa98a41a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 19:18:14 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Depression is an Addiction]]></title><description><![CDATA[I miss who I was. I rushed so quickly to adulthood, I forgot that I can’t go back. I am mourning her every day. Each day I am moving...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/depression-is-an-addiction</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e2c308fabe64c932f72055</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 19:13:22 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why Do I Feel My Clock Is Almost Dead?]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I wanted to kill myself, I used to just wish it to happen, but I am sitting here, I see results that could determine whether I fall...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/why-do-i-feel-my-clock-is-almost-dead</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6865bc5eba7ee5785a82798a</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 23:13:38 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[GOD, I AM HERE]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have struggled over the years with my relationship with you, God. I know have walked in and out of my life with you. I have asked for...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/god-i-am-here</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6865bb7f3521e353261345d0</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 23:09:46 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[CONFRONTING MY OLD WAYS]]></title><description><![CDATA[She stands across the room from a woman who looks like her twin, but this person’s face bears the scars of all the failures in her life....]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/confronting-my-old-ways</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6865ba64ba7ee5785a827390</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 23:05:47 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[MIDDLE SCHOOL]]></title><description><![CDATA[I remember I was so happy when I was in karate. I learned discipline and I felt a sense of purpose with it. Sadly, that ended after I...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/middle-school</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6865b9a5d7f2edd2bba6560f</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 23:01:19 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Happy Child]]></title><description><![CDATA[There were moments I can remember from childhood that were good. There are only a few, but they are there. I remember playing pretend...]]></description><link>https://rebeccalice20018.wixsite.com/writer/post/the-happy-child</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6865b907ba7ee5785a826f33</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 22:58:07 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Rebecca Reynolds</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where Is Home?]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have tried to figure out what home is for a long time now. I used to think it was a place, but now home is who I am with. 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