Privacy Isn’t A Setting

2017-06-062017-06-06 Miss Poison Writing Being Real, Brutal Honesty, June, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Privacy, Writing

A few days ago it dawned on me precisely what bugs me most about some of my family members. To be fair, it's probably in my top ten things that bug me about them. It's not just the fact that their combined I.Q. is my shoe size (I'm a nine, in case you were wondering.), … Continue reading Privacy Isn’t A Setting

Today

2017-05-30 Miss Poison Writing Feelings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

Today started out promising, but left me feeling empty, hopeless, sad, and miserable. I am hoping that will change in a few days once I've had time to work through my feelings, but for now, I need a little "silent time". Though in truth, I think it's the silence and isolation that are part of … Continue reading Today

Pull The Trigger

2017-05-29 Miss Poison Writing Blackouts, Depression, Health, Honesty, Migraines, People, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Triggers, Writing

Almost two weeks ago, after an appointment with the Certified Nurse Practitioner at my doctor's office, I went into the afternoon with one thought in mind: What are my triggers? It began to nag at me, until a few things dawned on me. I keep a food journal to track what I'm eating each day. … Continue reading Pull The Trigger

Memorial Day Silence

2017-05-282017-05-29 Miss Poison Writing Family, Feelings, Friends, Honesty, Memorial Day Weekend, Musings, My Point Of View, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Relationships, Solitude, Thoughts, Toxic Relationships, Writing

I got to spend half of this holiday weekend solo. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy "me time". I was able to enjoy a long walk, a manicure, and have lunch by myself. Even though the walk killed my legs (I've walked so much the last few days, I'm probably going to be crawling in … Continue reading Memorial Day Silence

Writing Is A Way…

Image 2017-05-23 Miss Poison Images/Photos/Quotes, Writing Images/Photos/Quotes, Jules Renard, Talking, Writing

Life Is Full Of Everything

2017-05-17 Miss Poison Writing Anguish, Daughter, Fibromyalgia Pain, Grief, Health, Honesty, Loss, Memories, Migraines, My Mother, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

Nine years ago today, I lost my mother. I can't always say it out loud, I can't always talk about it, but I honestly have no clue how I've survived this long without her. Not because I need someone else in order to survive, that isn't it, but because life is full of people that … Continue reading Life Is Full Of Everything

The Aftermath

2017-05-152017-05-15 Miss Poison Writing Abandonment, Agony, Being Real, Blackouts, Depression, Fibromyalgia Pain, Honesty, Isolation, Migraines, Misery, Needing Help, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suicide, Triggers, Writing

*Potential trigger warning* I survived, and I'm always sorry when I do. Always. Last week, a member of my family overdosed on prescription medication. It wasn't painkillers or anything like that. In fact, I have yet to look the drug up, but I do know what it isn't. It's not lethal if you're taking it … Continue reading The Aftermath

The Countdown

2017-05-12 Miss Poison Adult Orphans, Writing Adult Orphans, Being Real, Fibromyalgia Pain, Honesty, May, Migraines, Mother's Day, Motherless Daughters, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suffering, Writing

Every year, usually around mid-April, is the countdown reminder from every company I've ever done business with, or might do business with in the future, that Mother's Day is fast approaching. Last year, it angered me to the point where I unsubscribed from about 20-30 different mailing lists. I just couldn't take it any more. … Continue reading The Countdown

It’s Possible To Feel Worse

2017-05-06 Miss Poison Writing Agony, Fibromyalgia, Health, Migraines, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Writing

Just when I thought it wasn't possible to feel any worse than I have these last few weeks, I woke up this morning and the pain is at an all-time new high for INSANITY. You know those pain scales every doctor's office has posted with idiotic faces? There is no logical way to say "Oh, … Continue reading It’s Possible To Feel Worse

Too Many Thoughts That I Can’t Process

2017-05-03 Miss Poison Writing Health, Migraines, Musings, Nausea, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Weakness, Writing

Today is one of those days where I just can't seem to break myself out of how bad I feel. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I caught myself last night, while making dinner, realizing just how done I am. It wasn't a temporary feeling. It was a "What's the point in this life?" feeling. I'm still … Continue reading Too Many Thoughts That I Can’t Process