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Dragging. Ass.

Lmao. Ok, this is one of those times when the AI completely failed at depicting the “ambiance” of what I’m going for with JUST my title, so… I kept it. I’m also going to include the wording it came up with because omfg the irony… Create a highly detailed, high-resolution image of a humorous cartoon…
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Random Ramblings…

The weight of my thoughts traps me in a downward spiral that I have to ride until it’s over because I’m not able to just climb off and go about living. The stress of merely existing keeps me anchored wherever I am, either with wholly dissociating or mindlessly Doom Scrolling. The Boyfriend went to bed…
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Elephants!

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Understanding Addiction

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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…
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Mood

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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…
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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…
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Sacrifices… bleh

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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…
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Oof… Freedom, eh?!

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The Good, the Bad, the UGLY

