The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist?  No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature.  They do, however, choose what to do with it.  This is difficult to accept, too.  It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 2)

Part 1 I see so many rueful statements about how they “just keep attracting [label].”Everyone in your life is a reflection of your feelings on yourself.  Garbage In/Garbage Out doesn’t just apply to data and programming.  I’ve had my share of misery handed and I’ve handed out my share of misery.  If you struggle with... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 1)

I have no idea what it is like to be inside someone else’s mind or skin.  Similarly, though likely less important, I have no idea what other people’s Facebook feeds look like.  I used to love going on Facebook, because I ignore almost all of my friends and read articles of inspirational or intriguing ..... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#8)

Dear ____, I did not miss you yesterday, and I do not miss you today.  A song came on that I knew you would love, and that thought popped in my mind.  My emotions said, "I wish you were here to hear it."  I took a breath, and exhaled reality: "I don't need you to... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#7)

Hey, So, I think I'm starting to make some inroads in understanding this.  It feels like I've come to this point before, but who the hell knows anymore.  You turned my life upside down, do you know that?  I'm not saying it angrily, it's just the fact.  I genuinely thought I had my life under... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#4)

Dear ____, I don’t think I could have built a higher pedestal if I tried.  Perpetually, you sit above; inherently, always looking down.  At some point, I became convinced that love was not a gift I was to receive.  As if I was always on the naughty list, checked twice, and receiving coal instead of... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#3)

Dear ____, Most days I do not know what I wish for most – that I never met you, or that I could steal my heart back from the icicles you call fingers.  Your smile melted me into a pool of yes, despite my brain screaming no.  For all the lies I have told myself,... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#1)

Dear ____, I hope you do not mind my letter, but I thought it was important to send.  I heard a song that made me think of you.  Well, you told me about the song, so it always makes me think about you.  Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever hear music and not think... Continue Reading →

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