I never truly realize how draining socialization is for me until I make the point of filling my calendar, get caught up in the social whirl, and then a few days in all I want to do is sit in my pajamas and speak to no one and do nothing. It's Sunday morning following an... Continue Reading →
The girls have been gone since Friday on their yearly trip with their father to see family. I miss them a lot, but I can't help but feel that the timing of the trip this year is actually a bit of a blessing. Going through this time of searching, figuring out who I am again,... Continue Reading →
A blog I follow posted a gentle nudge to bloggers in general to keep writing. I thought about the dozens of excuses I tell myself about why I don't write. I'm too busy, have nothing to say, no one cares anyway. It's all bullshit and I know it. If I have time to peruse/post to... Continue Reading →
Finally peeking out from the shadows. I want to meet people. Not necessarily romantically but just new, interesting people. I want to play in the dirt, run through the woods and laugh and sing. I want to sit by a fire and talk and listen and feel something. I want to feel alive. I want... Continue Reading →
Every day I feel a little stronger. Every day I feel that I am once again coming to myself. I am not 100%, but I don't know what that would even look like. Every choice, every person that comes into and out of my life changes me. My thoughts are different; my dreams are different.... Continue Reading →
I'm going to say it. It's not going to be nice. It's not going to be pretty, but I need to say it. I'm angry. I don't mean just ticked off, something irks me, I'll get over it in an hour or two. No. I'm angry. I'm pissed. I want to scream it from the... Continue Reading →
I lost myself in you. Forgot who I was and the things I wanted. I compromised for the sake of love. You said I changed you, grounded you. In exchange, you threw me into chaos. Once I found my footing, I walked away on unsteady legs.
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I can’t eat I can’t sleep. There’s a weight on my chest making it hard to breathe. Doing the right thing doesn’t necessarily feel good. You said you understood. I could hear the hurt and the anger over the line. I didn't want to do it this way, disembodied voices through a device that often... Continue Reading →