anxiety
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Heat
It’s hot tonight. I’m uncertain if it’s because of what I’ve done today. Maybe I’ve had more than usual to eat? Either way – tomorrow – I hope it feels better. Maybe I’m feeling the affects of racing from the basement to upstairs and then back down to the basement? That could be it too. Continue reading
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Flattery
The day started wrong for me. Instead of getting the wonderfully long sleep I had planned out, I ended up getting a call early in the morning. I had to explain that it’s difficult for me to sleep after the sun is up – so my chances of having a decent night’s rest were dashed. Continue reading
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The Never-Ending Road
Were I to look back, even though I’ve said otherwise… I’m very grateful for how I got to be here. None of it was easy, at least not from the start. I still have doubts and question myself often. Yet… I’ve found more reason to smile of late. Maybe being in compliance with my treatments Continue reading
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The Pitfalls Of Dependency
This post is partially NSFW near the bottom. You have been warned. I had a different idea for my title today. Potential options will be included below… somewhere. I chose otherwise because I just found what I wrote this morning, while waiting to see my psychiatrist. It went like this: “@10:10am today. I forgot where Continue reading
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Weak Links
This post is a giant Trigger Warning. In the past, I didn’t have much time to focus too much on my imperfections. Or… maybe I did and just never had any evidence of it? I will admit, having a blog – which is essence a digital diary – it comes in handy. I wish I’d Continue reading
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Unfortunate Slights
I wish I had fantastic news, but I do not. The exact condition that a close friend of mine thought I had, the same one that I hoped I did not have – I have. On top of that, my new physician… cos I think I have about eight of them at current… the new Continue reading
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Seat Of Motivation
I don’t have long, so let’s talk. I’ve often questioned what was the driving force behind what I do. I enjoy soft, fuzzy things that make me feel warm. Maybe that’s why I write fluffy stories so well… because it’s something that I don’t have in my life. I yearn for it. Sometimes, I feel Continue reading
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