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Been there, done that, have the T-shirt.
Some of the best advice I stumbled upon. “Feel free to ask that question early on and get aggressive. I believe in paranoia as an amazing self-protective mechanism.” I didn’t catch the name of the bloke who put the aforementioned prose together, but thanks.
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This chapter is over.
Dearest Mom, Have you ever been so proud of yourself that there are no pros in the entire dictionary that could articulate how you feel on the inside? I won finally, in my own way. Doing the right thing the entire time, I am on a new adventure now my new journey a new chapter…
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Self satirical outlook on becoming self-aware that I was completely steadfast in my earnest attempts to be unaware of.
Ok, so I have OCD, bad OCD. Not the kind of TV sitcom producers and 20 something writers who keep making an uneducated pun or butt of a joke. I’m not anal-retentive like most people with OCD are typecast. I’m in recovery from OCD, everyday I battle to stay out of my prison, my head…
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The princess finally saved herself.
To whom it may concern, Today, (August 17, 2019) Saturday evening. A not so subtle sucker punch came in from the right. As sucker punches usually present themselves it Seemingly it came without provocation. That sucker punch didn’t stick around long enough so I could say, “thank you.” Before the aforementioned, I was lost aimlessly…
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Why?
I come to you with my heart in my hands. There are pieces of it that are missing, left with people who couldn’t love me the way I needed to be loved. Being all-knowing. You already knew that. There are arteries with tiny holes, for all the ways I’ve convinced myself I wasn’t enough. The…
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Burn the boats.
If you want to take an island, you must burn the boats. It’s time to Rip the rear view mirror off. She was fierce She was strong She wasn’t simple She was crazy And Sometimes she barely slept She always had something to say She had flaws and that was ok And when she was…
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Even the word “Hopeless,” isn’t void of the word “Hope.”
I heard someone say that the statement I adorn this post with as my title, After today, really, after the past 5 years and the 35 previous to that. I am embarrassed to say, I think whoever started the aforementioned Shit about Hope. Is a liar. More than likely, as the “self proclaimed affirmation Queen.”…
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These are my silent words screaming out loud.
I’ve yet to identify “this”;whatever has taken over.It’s officially set up shop.Where the profound grief was held,held for far too long.Debilitating,Consuming;Grief. the heinous kind that makes you frail and weak.It was assumed I was Seemingly broken beyond repair.The other day at half-past four.The frail was gracious enough to take the subtle hints, and leave on…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
