Long Days, Short Nights

2015-03-312015-03-31 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Friends, Help, Honesty, Introverts, Judgment, Kittens, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Time, Work, Writing Cats, Chronic Pain, Emotional Support, Family, Fibromyalgia, Friends, Honesty, Kittens, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing

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

Spiritual Awakening

2015-03-302015-03-30 Miss Poison Belief, Books, Death, Experience, Faith, Family, Honesty, In Memory, Intuition, Life, Loss, Love, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Spirituality, Writing Books, Death, Faith, Family, Honesty, Loss, Love, Numerology, One Last Time by John Edward, Spirits, Spirituality, Symbols, The Afterlife, Writing

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

2015-03-29 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Family, Fibromyalgia, Friends, Judaism, Life, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Thoughts, Work, Writing Easter, Holidays, Honesty, Musings, Passover, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

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!

2015-03-272015-03-27 Miss Poison Being Real, Cats, Facebook, Fibromyalgia, Kittens, Musings, Pain, Petty Garbage, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Social Media, Support, Thoughts, Toxic People, Work, Writer, Writers, Writing Being Real, Cats, Chronic Pain, Facebook, Honesty, Kittens, Love, Musings, Social Media, Toxic People, Work, Writer, Writers, Writing

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

2015-03-24 Miss Poison Exhaustion, Honesty, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing Editing, Exhaustion, Honesty, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing

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!

2015-03-232015-03-25 Miss Poison Honesty, Idiots, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Honesty, Idiots, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

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!

Mental Vacancies

2015-03-19 Miss Poison Fibromyalgia, Health, Life, Pieces Of Me, Work, Writing Editing, Fibromyalgia, Health, Life, Pieces Of Me, Work, Writing

Hello everyone! I did mean to write something sooner, but quite frankly, the brain does what the brain wants to do. Of late, I wasn't 100% sure it was even there any more. However, I assure you it's all firmly attached, but there never seems to be enough time in a day and my thoughts … Continue reading Mental Vacancies

Hard To Define

2015-03-15 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Support, Writing Chronic Pain, Disloyalty, Falseness, Fibromyalgia, Pain, Quality Friends, Trust, Writing

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

Why I Write

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Jumping The Gun

2015-03-09 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Life, Pieces Of Me, Writing Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Life, Pieces Of Me, Writing

I feel jet-lagged and incapable of moving almost every muscle in my body today. I can't truly afford to take the day off, but I have no choice. I am sitting here and my eyes are barely open, my brain is barely functioning, and yet, I know full well that I got a full night's … Continue reading Jumping The Gun