
Yesterday, I was a writer…
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I was in high school. It was so long ago that there were 13 grades instead of 12. And in grade… Read more »
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I was in high school. It was so long ago that there were 13 grades instead of 12. And in grade… Read more »
Have you ever repressed memories? I guess you maybe wouldn’t know if they haven’t slapped you in the face as they rear their heads in the forefront of your brain…. Read more »
So I’ve been having a hard time, lately. Not because anything is wrong, really, just because, change is hard. But I got a message from my “husband” earlier today asking… Read more »
One of the problems with my brain I explained a little bit last time – I struggle severely connecting with people and want to HIDE from the world, but at… Read more »
Sundays are always hard. Yesterday was particularly, for some reason. Maybe I was struggling, remembering the week before when I was just so, so down? Afraid of it happening again?… Read more »
You know when you’re upset about something and then either you or whomever you’re venting to says something like, oh, chin up, it could always be worse? Why in the… Read more »