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Greetings & Returns

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Today felt like a decent opportunity to hop on and try to say something of substance. It sounds great in my head, but there are no guarantees for how it flows in front of you. All I am giving for now is effort, which is better than nothing at all on a site I do … Continue reading Greetings & Returns

Wound Up, Fucked Up, and Everything In Between

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The days and weeks have, unfortunately, blown by. Many have been incredibly unkind. I rarely know what day it is anymore. But today, it dawned on me how long it had been since I'd updated. I am not going to apologize, because it'll sound like a broken record. None of us wants this. It's annoying, … Continue reading Wound Up, Fucked Up, and Everything In Between

Emotional Support?

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At the beginning of last month, my world began to cave in on me. There's nothing like finding yourself on a city street feeling confused, disoriented, and so stressed, you couldn't even figure out where you were, or why. I was unsafe and needed to quickly get to safety. Once I did, my brain couldn't … Continue reading Emotional Support?

All The Messy Shit (At Least It’s Honest)

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If you've wondered where I've been and what I've been up to, Instagram was probably a good place to start. I wasn't posting too much of the personal journey, which is ongoing, but I was active enough to make a dent in this crazy world of balancing life with social media activity. When it comes … Continue reading All The Messy Shit (At Least It’s Honest)

Wondering When It Gets Better

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It's hard to believe tomorrow is February, but it's harder still to believe how sick I am. This virus is no joke. A few days and I'll feel better? Not so much. Third bottle of cough medicine. Insomnia and parasomnia. The overall feeling this will not go away because it was a misdiagnosis on top … Continue reading Wondering When It Gets Better