один (1). "Overwhelmed. Disappointed. Hurt. Sadness. Grieving. Struggling. Stabbed in the back. Empty. Trapped. Darkness. Silence. Isolation, but I'm not lost. Beauty in chaos. Trying to find a way back to myself. Living in truth. Attempting to heal. Gunpowder and lead. Through authenticity; anything is possible. And yet, very few people understand that you can … Continue reading One (A-Deen)
Pieces Of Me
Instagram > Reality
I was stupid-ish for thinking I'd be okay post-procedure. Pain that is complex, high fevers, stomach related issues, and where did all these bruises come from? Is life even worth it? I often ask myself this question. I struggle every second of every day to survive in tact. This is NOT the life I signed … Continue reading Instagram > Reality
Personal Public Service Announcement: Mother’s Day
Late-March into May is a difficult time for me. It's when my e-mail accounts (personal and professional) slowly become flooded with Mother's Day prompts. Last year, I deleted roughly sixty companies from my regular list because it was obnoxious and triggering. I wish I'd deleted more. This year, I almost certainly will do my best … Continue reading Personal Public Service Announcement: Mother’s Day
People With Anxiety
Over the past few months, despite treatment, my anxiety has gotten worse. I believe my pain getting worse is part of it, but won't know more until later on in the month. All I know in this moment is that my eye is twitching from anxiety and stress, and I've been informed my Complex-PTSD is … Continue reading People With Anxiety
Days On The Ledge
I'm not a good actor, ask anyone who truly knows me. I don't excel at faking things with bullshit, smiles, and pretend laughter in an attempt to project that "Everything's great." When people try that with me, I wonder what they're trying to prove by lying. This morning, I was on that ledge. I'm not … Continue reading Days On The Ledge
From Scratch
Two days. That's all it took to completely erase me. My entire past and much of the present; things I've held onto tightly because I believed I had something in life worth fighting for. I still had hope. I believed in the responsibility. I believed in keeping specific things, and people, alive, and sacred. Now, … Continue reading From Scratch
Taco Tuesday Humor
Thank the good Lord I make my own. For some reason, I prefer doing it myself (Kitchen control freak), unless they're fish tacos. I will gladly step aside for anyone who will willingly make them.
Eighty One Years Old
It's International Women's Day, but it's also the anniversary of the passing of my Grandmother. This year, I choose to honor one over the other. Obviously, I'm going to choose my family. My Grandmother helped raise my brother and I, and she did so happily. She lived directly across the street, and was a solid … Continue reading Eighty One Years Old
Musings Of An Unquiet Mind
My closest friends and family, my loved ones, are the absolute BEST reflection of who I am. When you have healthy self-respect, self-esteem, dignity, a seemingly unending source of inner strength, and an innate sense of self, you don't wait for some mythological superhero to rescue you. You're your own damn hero, and I'm SO PROUD of … Continue reading Musings Of An Unquiet Mind
Dosvedanya Yanvar (Goodbye January)
I mostly rank this month with a gigantic middle finger. January did me dirty in more ways than one. I don't really know how, when, or if I'll recover from the deeper damage caused. I saw the spine specialist this week. He gave me three options as a potential diagnosis and then tried to send … Continue reading Dosvedanya Yanvar (Goodbye January)
