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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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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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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…
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It’s the Little Things
Life has a way of showing up in varying degrees of defining moments. Sometimes, these moments are “good” and have a positive effect. But a lot of times, life hits you in the gut and it sucks whale anus, leaving painful ripples behind for much longer than we’d like. Ah, yes… good ole’ Van Damme.…
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Time in a Bottle
One of my favorite songs is “Time in a Bottle” by Jim Croce… I heard it on something The Boyfriend and I were watching the other day and told him I’d love it if he learned that on his guitar and would sing it to me. 😛 I conceded and said, “Ok, just the song.…
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Neeeeerd!
Ah… the joys of gaming with friends. I’m a bit late posting today, as The Boyfriend and I went to a friend’s house for some Easter Eve food stuffs (omg the ham was amazeballs) and gaming. Horrible Therapist?! It’s quite similar to Joking Hazard, but a “therapist” question card comes first, then a choice from…
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The Suggestion Box of Inequity
Ok, don’t let the title fool you… it really is quite hilarious, given my and The Boyfriend’s senses of humor… Stay Tuned… I’ve had well beyond my fair share of shitty “romantic” relationships. Most of the shorter ones are not much to write home about, of course, given that none of them really had much…
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A Day of Reminiscing
Today is my Papa’s birthday. It’s been 30 years since he passed away. I was 13.
Who IS EnchiPants?! 