Just keep me where the light is.
Last night I ran into someone that I hadn’t seen in a while. I knew I would be running into him and I was hesitant because the last time I heard from him, he was bad mouthing me. It hurt back then, especially because I thought we were friends. But, I figured he would be… Continue reading Power struggles.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Or not. It should be. I get that. But for me, I just can’t wait for it to be over. There are a million reasons to celebrate, but I’m crying more than ever. I’ve had more panic attacks in the last two weeks than I have all… Continue reading All I want for Christmas is for it to be over.
There is a word that has become quite popular in the past two years. It’s a word that is the main theme in many of my articles, mainly “The Lingering Effects of Assault”. The word is “trigger” and if you’re a survivor of assault or have PTSD, if you’ve been the victim of a sex… Continue reading Triggered.
I make fun of myself a lot. I do that because it makes me feel better about the things I’m insecure about. And because I don’t want anyone to really know that I’m insecure about it because that just makes me look insecure. Anyways, in recent weeks, I’ve gained a few pounds. OK, more than… Continue reading No, I didn’t let myself go. I just let go.
I’ve been feeling the darkness getting closer lately. Bad thoughts have been crossing my mind. I’ve been struggling with my anxiety and it seems like lately, I don’t really like myself. I’m dwelling on my mistakes, overwhelmed with regrets and just feeling like a failure at life. The strangest part though, is knowing that my… Continue reading A simple text.
The news broke yesterday that Dolores O’Riordan, beloved singer of The Cranberries, died from accidental drowning due to alcohol intoxication. She passed away in January, but the cause of death had just been released. Her death hit me hard because she has always been one of my favorite singers and I love what she stood… Continue reading Self-medicating.
I started to write when I was about 10. I would make up scripts for movies that I would pretend to star in. I would venture into the backyard and have an entire movie all planned out with imaginary characters and all. I’m sure my parents thought I was a little odd when they would… Continue reading How blogging saved me.
I have been pill-shamed in one way or another for as long as I have been on medication. Countless times I have felt so embarrassed about the fact that I have to take a pill every day just to feel “normal”. The comments I have heard range from sympathetic to judgmental, but they all make… Continue reading Shame Shame…
I’m almost ashamed to admit this, but I want to be taken care of. Isn’t that awful? How embarrassing! But true! I am a very independent woman. I always have been. I moved out at 17, had my own apartment, got pregnant at 20 and spent the next 20 years taking care of people. I… Continue reading Vulnerability (Part 2)
Today I walked into work like I do every day. I rounded a corner and I knew someone was there. I heard the footsteps before I got there. I looked up to see my co-worker and then I screamed. My heart was racing and I was afraid. I knew she was standing there and yet… Continue reading The lingering effects of assault.
Looping Laura 