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my assignment.

I had an appointment with my NP last week and she left me with an assignment. We talked about my parenting worries—specifically that I think I’m a terrible mom… and that my own mom was so much better. ‘How was … Continue reading

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a pat on the back.

[If you have strong political beliefs that are the opposite of mine, you might want to run now.] What the fuck? No, really. What the fuck? I don’t usually do this… It’s a risk. I don’t like to speak publicly … Continue reading

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guilt.

Guilt. I hear it’s a useless emotion. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. Constantly. No matter how good I feel… no matter how bad… how hopeless… how sad… how confused. No matter what I feel… the guilt is … Continue reading

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un-friend-able.

I don’t quite understand why anyone would want to be friends with me. If I wasn’t me, I don’t know that I’d want to be friends with me. I lean strongly toward no. [Aside: I just realized that this may … Continue reading

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fucked up fresh start.

When I started blogging, I wanted my online persona to be me, but different. It was my chance to start fresh. My chance to not be known as Sandra, the depressed chick. No one would have any preconceived notions about me. … Continue reading

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I’m here… but…

This post has been in my draft folder since the 14th of December. I just haven’t felt like I was good enough to be around anyone… even online. But then I was isolated and I felt worse. Thank you to … Continue reading

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missed christmas.

Well, I missed Christmas. No… not really. I just mean I missed Christmas here. I didn’t post any well wishes. I didn’t write anything. I didn’t do a damn thing. Except disappear. Miss me? I totally understand if you didn’t. … Continue reading

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holiday busyness.

I have been busy. I blame Christmas. Or I credit Christmas, depending on my perspective at any given moment. I’m tired. I feel stressed… burnt out. But I don’t feel hopelessly bored and scared and useless. Well, not entirely, anyway. It feels like … Continue reading

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