Posted by iam in TooHotforFB, bad day, whatinthehayle?, why am i doing this again? on 02 12th, 2010 | 0 Comments
Dead To Us...
Happy New Year, everyone… as is customary, the only thing that can seem to shake me out of my silent streak is a particularly harrowing dream that requires documentation. I haven’t blogged as of recent because keeping busy had kept my mind from exploding. I fear sitting still too long will...
Posted by iam in bad day, esteem, lessons learned, ttc, whatinthehayle?, why am i doing this again? on 06 28th, 2009 | 0 Comments
A Little Tired of Being Strong...
Look. I know that I’m supposed to be made of stronger stuff… And that I can weather situations better than most. I can even find a perfect silver lining in the worst situations so that I can give myself the inspiration to keep on trucking. Today? Not so much. I talked to a few people (who...
Self Soothing...
There are some places that not everyone can follow you. And there are some situations where nothing can really be said. You have to just man up and handle it all by yourself – mostly because… you don’t really know how to articulate it for someone else to understand and sympathize...
Exhumed...
It’s 3:45AM and I woke up from a dream that has me scared like a little child to go back to sleep. Used to be that if I was frightened by a nightmare… well into adulthood, I would run to my mother’s bedside, she would wrap me in her arms, place several thumb drawn crosses on my forehead...
Posted by iam in bad day on 05 7th, 2009 | 0 Comments
Head In The Sand...
I have to address it. Because if I let it sit, it’ll fester and I’ll feel worse. I am NOT prepared for the holiday onslaught this year. The pink gilded floral announcements have been trickling in since Easter came and went… but now… I’m on the eve the weekend where everyone...
She Came to Say Goodbye....
There’s something about allowing yourself to be open to meet and know new people. It’s thrilling to gain insight into the lives of others and learn from their experiences and overall, gain new friends. For me… who ALWAYS things about 30 years ahead… there’s a frightening...
Thought’s Orphan...
They used a crank to lower her deeper into the coffin. It was slow and smooth – not jarring. Not disturbing. They covered her over in petal soft comforter looking material. And for a moment, my eyes tricked me in to believing that she looked… relieved; rested; protected like a little child...
I Want My Mommy...
One thing people never tell you as you age and mature – along with the wealth of wisdom they’re usually willing to impart with you is that reaction, that basic instinctual response to distress or hurt NEVER. EVER. LEAVES YOU. Almost 34 years old, I experienced a level of emotional pain that...