Friends

Seven Reasons The Blunt Friend Is The Best Friend You’ll Ever Have

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http://www.idealistrevolution.org/7-reasons-the-blunt-friend-is-the-best-friend-youll-ever-have/ Having read this, I feel pretty damn good about the kind of friend I am to others. I had a "masquerading friend" break up with me via e-mail several months ago. Not only do I find it as low as breaking up with a girlfriend/boyfriend via text or social media, but it shows me … Continue reading Seven Reasons The Blunt Friend Is The Best Friend You’ll Ever Have

Thank God It’s Saturday!

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I hate the traditional work week, which is probably why I don't have a "traditional" job. Granted, with my injury and upsetting things going on in my personal life, I spent most of my week making phone calls, practicing self-care, doing extensive research, texting with a close family member, and trying not to commit any … Continue reading Thank God It’s Saturday!

Long Days, Short Nights

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The days are way too long. The nights are too fucking short. Sleep is hard to come by, but man, I'm trying. I was raised to believe that doing your best is "enough", providing it is truly "your best". I suffer from "Superwoman Syndrome". This is a real thing. I'm an overachiever that has this … Continue reading Long Days, Short Nights

Holiday Weeks

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It's no secret: I'm fucking exhausted. Fibromyalgia, migraines, and two hundred truckloads of stress are slowly trying to kill me. Every day, I wonder if a heart attack or a stroke will take me out. I wish I were being dramatic, but I'm not. I would really like to curl up on the floor like a … Continue reading Holiday Weeks

Where The Hell Does The Year Go?

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Where The Hell Does The Year Go? Every year I’m semi-amazed I’ve survived and gotten this far: Both in life and in the day-to-day struggle. I have a lot to be grateful for. I’ve had an incredibly rough two years. The years before that were not perfect, some were horrific in their lack of kindness, … Continue reading Where The Hell Does The Year Go?

There Are Days

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There are days, weeks, months even, when I have absolutely nothing to say. It doesn't mean I've shut down or that the thoughts and ideas in my head have stopped, it simply means I've got nothing to say. Sometimes it's very individualized. I have friends I speak with regularly that I do not tire of, … Continue reading There Are Days

Writer Struggles: Part One

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One of the things I struggle with as a writer is friends and family reading my work. If it’s fiction, they really don’t spend a lot of time reading personal things into it, but when it’s on a platform like this? UGH! I cannot tell you how many times I have received e-mails, text messages, … Continue reading Writer Struggles: Part One