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  • Self-Reflection

    Self-Reflection

    Disclaimer: Talks of Unaliving Over my lifetime, I’ve had many moments of self-reflection. I say moments, but sometimes they’re more than that. Sometimes, I spend hours thinking about who I am and who I want to be. Sometimes, life throws things at me that hit so hard that I can’t help but ruminate on them…

  • Mood

    Mood

    Today has been rough. I cried myself to sleep last night, which made the mild headache I had turn into a severe one by morning. I’m only just getting to where I feel like posting aaaaand… don’t really have much I want to say, so I’m going to provide GIFs for my mood instead…

  • The Weight of Depression

    The Weight of Depression

    Today, I’ll share a journal entry I created 5 years ago, that still applies. It’s a very apt description of how depression feels physically for me. August 3rd, 2020 Have you ever been buried in sand? Imagine one of those random beach days, the sun shining, clouds drifting by lazily, the sound of the gentle…

  • I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I hate the phrase “daddy issues,” but… even though it’s more often derogatory than not, it exists with a specific – vaild?! – meaning (still hate it). The term implies that a woman may have difficulty trusting men, forming healthy relationships, or setting boundaries, potentially due to past experiences with her father, which can lead…

  • Sacrifices… bleh

    Sacrifices… bleh

    Lordt… aside from the traumas, sacrifices are another ginormous list of things I’ve had too much of in my life 😅 I lost parts of myself along the way to The Plague, Gravity, The Dementor, and various other “adults” that came and went. So, I suppose the biggest sacrifice I made was my sense of…

  • Happy Mother’s Day!

    Happy Mother’s Day!

    It’s another first without my kiddo… Granted… he IS 19 now, but… it’s different for us. He was diagnosed with autism at 2.5 years old. Back then, he was on the cusp between severe and moderate autism. Non-verbal, frequent meltdowns, stimming… I won’t mince words, it was fucking hard those first few years. I don’t…

  • Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    This is a bit of a tough one, because it can mean a plethora of things to each one of the billions of people on this fucked up planet. But, of course, the ask is for what it means to ME… And theeeeeen… my ADHD brain wants to categorize all the different “types” of freedom…

  • The Good, the Bad, the UGLY

    The Good, the Bad, the UGLY

    In my last post, I talked about trauma, what it is, the types, and examples of most of what I’ve had to endure on that front. Today – even though I have a couple other things I REALLY want to get off my chest (and maybe I will later?!) – I will divulge how all…

  • My Brain on Trauma

    My Brain on Trauma

    My life has been chock full of hardships. There’s so much of it that it’s really difficult for me to know where to start, what to cover, HOW to cover everything, and a plethora of other hurdles. The struggle is real, y’all (ew… the Arkansas came out there, my bad). And before I proceed, I’m…

  • It’s Muh Birfday :P

    It’s Muh Birfday :P

    Fourty. Three. Yeah. I know… it can seem SUPER old to the behbeh’s out there, who are probably close to the same age as my SON (19). And to the Boomers and Beyond, I guess I’m some sort of Spring Chicken?! But for me… I feel like I’m about 80 years old. I’ve experienced too…

  • A Mother’s Confession

    A Mother’s Confession

    In my therapeutic journey, I’ve spent a lot of time and focus on The Plague and everything shitty that’s come from him. His toxic abuse my entire life has overshadowed almost everything else, despite there being plenty of other traumatic things I’ve had to endure… things that will eventually require my attention and some healthy…

  • How Friendships Die – Darryl

    How Friendships Die – Darryl

    I have lost many friends in my life. Be it from moving away, drifting apart, death… or – the focus for THIS entry – being completely ghosted out of the blue. And you know… 🤔 as I write this and ponder the many different friends I’ve lost, I realize that I could write a whole…