So, this blog will not be eloquent or properly written. Fair warning on cuss words too.
Over the summer, after an intense fight with my (now) ex, I googled “Why do I get so angry right before my period?”. The results showed me a shit ton of links describing and relating to PMDD.
Don’t know what that is? Look it up. I really don’t feel like explaining it in ‘correct’ words or terms. Long story short, though, it’s ‘categorized’ as a mental illness (whatever!), and is also known as PMS on steroids. Continue reading “Here We Go Again; PMDD”
Dude, life is changing.
I’m changing. Good changes. I’m choosing me. I’m deciding to trust myself and believe in myself.
I struggle with some things still, of course. But clarity is the key word here, folks. Clarity and truth. Continue reading “It’s Never Too Late To Change Your Life”
I am an honest person. I cannot stand lying. I am a horrible liar.
I struggle to even tell a friend ‘That shirt is so cute!’ when it is the most hideous thing I have ever seen.
I have kept a lot of my truths under lock and key because of fear. I have feared judgment, abandonment, and confusion. I have feared saying my truths and upsetting those in my life.
I will no longer be that person. Continue reading “The Truth Will Make or Break You”
You have lived for so long as a broken thing, always searching elsewhere for the fix. You put the pieces of your heart in his hands, trusting that he would help put them back together. You learned the hard way that the only true fix comes from within. Continue reading “Heartbreak Is Silent”
I’ve been on the struggle bus for far too long. I don’t have answers. I only have more issues.
I’m surrounded by negativity and stress. Inside my head it’s even worse. I recently discovered that my body basically hates me at a certain point in my menstrual cycle and that causes my mind to go crazy. And I’ll have you know that this issue is considered a mental illness. Kinda crazy in itself.
So, I’ve been struggling; beep beep! Continue reading “F*ck You Negative Nancy”
There is no more time for emotions and feelings and things deep in the mind. There is no more time for mental breakdowns or self care. There is no more time for seeking and questioning and all that other bullshit.
It’s time to be an adult. A responsible adult. Continue reading “Duty Calls”
Something is wrong. I cannot find joy or peace or relief, and when I do, it’s hard to believe in it.
I type an entire page with words. And then I delete the whole thing. Because I don’t feel like it matters anyways.
Continue reading “Don’t Mind Me”