Writing

Spiritual Awakening

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I woke up this morning hearing my name being called. At 4:00 a.m. I woke up screaming, mostly because I'm tired, in pain, and did not want to be disturbed. I truly wanted to wake up refreshed, even if it meant I had to take something for pain later on, I just wanted the goddamn … Continue reading Spiritual Awakening

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

It’s Friday, Let’s Celebrate!

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I have no idea why Friday, Saturday, and Sunday have become my favorite days of the week, but lately, I just can't handle week days. Does anyone else feel like this? I've had a rough week. I've been in a lot of pain and have required way more sleep than any single person my age … Continue reading It’s Friday, Let’s Celebrate!

Hard Work Makes Me Sleepy

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This morning I said that I would push myself to work on this manuscript. I've revised portions of it so many times that it's caused me to not go further into the manuscript than I normally would at this particular point in time. That irritates me, but my client is pleased and said she'd rather … Continue reading Hard Work Makes Me Sleepy

The World Really IS Full Of Idiots!

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Author's Note: This does not pertain to the non-idiots of the world, of which the ratio seems to be smaller by the day.  Patience is not my strong suit. It's a fact, so I'm being clear about it. And yet, with my severe lack of patience, every idiot in the world is somehow finding me. … Continue reading The World Really IS Full Of Idiots!

Hard To Define

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I am currently in one of those moods that is hard to define. Lack of sleep and a full body flare-up haven't helped matters much. You either allow yourself to feel all of the pain, or you mentally allow yourself to be dulled. I'm not talking about drugs or alcohol. I'm simply saying that after … Continue reading Hard To Define

Tell Me The Truth; Was I Run Over By A Truck?!

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Sleep issues, for now, seem to be on their way to looking up. I was in bed so early last night, I'm certain every 80+ year old Grandmother was still awake when my head hit the pillow. When sleeping is difficult, it's good to go to bed the second you can no longer keep your … Continue reading Tell Me The Truth; Was I Run Over By A Truck?!