There's something I keep buried very deep. Want to hear it? I know that I'm not a very credible person. Look at me: Few friends. Mentally-ill (who cares how, and why?). Art degree, and not actively using said degree. 30, and still not self-sufficient. Unmarried and estranged from my family to the point of changing… Continue reading credibility
I read somewhere that among the adult topics you and your spouse should always avoid talking about around kids is money. I get it; you want them to know how stressed you are about how they add to your expenses. Maybe they didn’t need that extra toy; fair enough. Maybe you’ve had it up to… Continue reading spoiled
This is just going to be another short one tonight, another little thought process. These two things sound so similar, and are often presented as the same thing by the way people tell me to "accept" (as I imagine some of you may feel). One of the last things on the 5 stages of grief… Continue reading acceptance (grief)
This marks the second week since I more-or-less quit therapy. I had the thought to go today, if nothing else to find out what my counselor is saying in his not saying anything to my quitting. Part of me is concerned that I can't ever go back. Part of me wonders if he hates me… Continue reading kyo (today)
Abuse. Now, that's a loaded word. It's a word some like to ignore/laugh off to avoid facing the pain it carries, or conversely, play the alarmist with to emotionally (over)charge something. I can understand; there's only so much darkness I can take in one sitting, though I do want this matter to be given the care and… Continue reading what is abuse?
A/N: very small apology for the pun in the title lol; it really is the 4th "chains" entry! I was exchanging messages with my new friend last night, which brings to mind all kinds of feelings and thoughts...mostly good ones. After we bid each other goodnight, I went over to "talk" to the picture of Jesus I… Continue reading ivy (chains IV)
I was telling my priest friend almost a week ago how I feel like I'm in a desert looking for water, and always going for the poison water in my flask instead of waiting for a oasis. It's almost been two months, and I still haven't found a job to pay the bills. I'd get… Continue reading dried sea