Originally posted on From Famine to Feast:
I was driving home the other day when I remembered something: I don’t have to live my life for other people. This isn’t a new thought, nor is it unique. It’s a thought that has popped up before – one reads about this truth everywhere – but I’ve avoiding dealing with it. The undealt with, however, returns. The… Continue reading Anniversary reblog: “No” is a complete sentence.
*Mentions suicide. I’m going to complain about my pain again. [i] It’s not that I think the “out there” behind my computer screen cares in a seriously significant way; it’s that my IRL doesn’t care much at all. The first anniversary of this flare-up/breakdown/test of character I’m failing is approaching fast, and at this point, a lack of understanding is other people’s fault. [ii] And … Continue reading Complain about pain in the rain.
I like serendipity, and although there’ve been challenges in my life (my whinier self thinks to an unfair degree), I’ve been lucky in the serendipity stakes. Evidence includes the essay below showing up when I needed to read it. Of late, the challenges in my life seem to centre around relationships. I struggle with boundaries. I struggle with what I want my life to look … Continue reading The one percent cuts like a knife.*
Once upon a time, there was a very nice girl. Or perhaps she was nice without qualification. The road to hell is paved with adverbs, or so I’ve been told. Who decided adverbs were verboten anyway (Have I asked this before? Is it a groundhog-day question)? Once again, I digress. I do it frequently: it’s a feature not a glitch. I don’t have ADHD, I’m … Continue reading Ch-ch-changes.*
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