Category Archives: anxiety

strength in crying.

“You don’t cry because you are weak. You cry because you have been strong for too long.” If you know me, you know that motivational lines and quotes like the one above make me roll my eyes. And cringe. And … Continue reading

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wardrobe change.

Nobody will let me change. In my teens, I started to notice I wasn’t as happy as my friends, and my wardrobe took a dark turn toward various shades of black (such as black, blacker, and blackest). In my 20s, … Continue reading

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I need you.

Throughout my life, in every relationship I’ve ever had—in romance, in friendship, in my family—I’ve always been the insecure, needy one. Maybe that’s whyalmost everyone eventually leaves. (I will amend: Maybe that’s why almost *everyone I don’t want to leave* … Continue reading

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help. I need help.

I don’t know how to explain this without explaining it, but that’s exactly what I need to do. I don’t want to share the actual details because it’s too personal. I know—I really have no filter here so this probably … Continue reading

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just stop.

I guess I’ve been doing everything wrong. And my family wants nothing to do with me because of it. Lately, each of the four of us (me, son, daughter, husband) have had our own shit to deal with, and in … Continue reading

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why not me?

Let me just start by saying… What the fuck? Yesterday, I had a bad day. I had too much going on, both inside and outside my head. I woke up exhausted, so much so that I took a nap at … Continue reading

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lies.

Why do people lie? I can accept that people may answer a question dishonestly sometimes for whatever reason. I can usually get past that. But I’m talking about something else. I’m talking about lies that came from nothing. No questions … Continue reading

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my heart is broken.

My life is a mess. And my heart is broken. I am just broken. Mentally, physically… sigh. I can’t even talk about a lot of what is happening in my life because it pains me to discuss it. And what … Continue reading

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