Month: June 2015

They Say We Need…

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Two nights in a row, I've gone to bed early with some form of pain. Tuesday night it was a migraine that I was praying away. The idea of waking up with it and having it stay with me was not one I was willing to romance. Last night, I still had a headache, but … Continue reading They Say We Need…

This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

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Once the heat & humidity overpowers your thoughts, the days just blend, one into the other. After a while, you find yourself occasionally double-checking the date so that you don't make an error on something that may or may not be all that important. When it doubt, check it out. How do I know that … Continue reading This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

Safe Places

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There are no safe places any more. There is only anger, violence, hatred, weapons, and blame. Words get taken out of context, because one cannot grow up and handle the truth. Responsibilities are ever-present. Mental illness is not something to be bandied about or laughed off. Throwing people's issues around breeds contempt. But you cannot … Continue reading Safe Places