This morning, lying in bed, I was confronted with stress, fear, sadness, "aloneness", and I realized that I didn't like who I was at this moment in time. I'm using external things as a crutch to hold me up. But I'm woke now. It may not go swimmingly every single moment, but it will go… Continue reading huzzah!
So, today was a day like so many of the others that came before it, with one exception: I did not cry today. I barely teared up today and that means, I believe, that the new meds are working and MAYBE I'm coming out of this dark period. Finally. When you visit the doctor and… Continue reading a tome about baby steps
So, I wrote that first blog post months ago when I'd met a man I thought was amazing. Yeah, not so much. I'm writing this post to catch anyone who happens to read this up on the recent developments and to use my experience as a cautionary tale for others. "Richard", you see, is a… Continue reading Well, hot damn, this is embarrassing.
Every time I begin a blog, I do so with the best of intentions. I will write daily, fill many screens with the words that are trapped in my head and dying to get out. And, then, something happens. I do not write. Anything. But, as the title states, everything has to start somewhere or… Continue reading it has to start somewhere, right?