You don’t get to have me at your mercy. You don’t get to dump me, and then still be welcomed back with a routine. I don’t need you. Not having you doesn’t make me anxious, or feel empty. You don’t cause me the same kind of pain anymore. The anguish, if that, lasts only a moment. […]
I think I’ll be okay. I think the very fact that I’m constantly thinking about things and thinking about myself – aware and reflective – instead of acting rashly and passionately, outlines that. I haven’t jumped off the cliff yet, and no matter how much I whine, I don’t think I ever will. I’ll keep […]
Why is it never enough to say, “I’m having a hard time” or, “I had a hard time”? My least favourite thing is having to justify my pain. My least favourite thing is courage, fear, urgency, or something else finally pushing me to the threshold for blurting out the truth about my suffering, past or […]
My pains are so laughable. The guy I ran into probably thought my entire family died or something. By the way, I got my money. I’ll blog about it another time… when I’m not such a Negative Nancy.