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Survey Says?
Survey Says! You are hallucinating, still. I say, “maybe if I talk to him about it again, cry or ignore it, it’ll all be fine.” My pragmatic remarks: “You don’t do that anymore, and I hate you for it.” Maybe I’ll get my answers in a book, a book I’ll read in the bookstore. Just…
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Time of death, maybe a year ago?
That was the moment, Right there, the final gunshot. No one else could hear. Only me. My reaction hasn’t been. I like usual put that pain in a huge compartment and tried with all my might to shove it as far back in our dysfunctional closet as possible. I could never make it disappear it…
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Red licorice
I happened upon his doorstep, in late June of 2015. In hindsight, I can see Mr. Esq was the person that was supposed to reign me in, Gary’s way to control by proxy. Mr. Esq. Was my first step. I had been “thrown away” so many times I didn’t even realize my wardrobe was consistent…
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Spinach.
www.linkedin.com/posts/joslynn-smathers-870727110_nami-mentalhealthawareness-halfpastfour-activity-6930433506388979712-DfQL
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The dysfunctional saga continues.
When I found you, I found my new universe in your arms. I found my perfect partner in you. I found love, affection, and protection in you. I found possessiveness, madness, passion, and insanity in your love. I found recognition, respect, unjustified sadistic pain, and grief rage that broke way into unbeknownst violence. And then…
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A certain amount of….
Stupid, crazy. Whatever it takes to keep you hopeful that today will be different, livable, palpable. Emotional and spiritual masochist, clean up on isle 2. Where there not so delusional MacTruck just did it’s morning drive by.
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Surprise me, I don’t need or want to plan that.
That’d be cool. But you’re the first person I’ve told and I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it yet. Until I know more at least. I never tell anyone about my health, I’m embarrassed to be so sick and on my own. The only thing I’ll say about it is I’ve got annoyingly…
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Keep looking.
“If you’re looking for an apology, you’re not going to get it.” Today I picked up a big room of my monsters and sent them off to Goodwill. I don’t need to hold on to an idea of how I think it was supposed to end. It’s over now. Take off your worn-out shoes before…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
