Tag Archives: anxiety

it’s just me.

Posted on 17 January 2017 by what sandra thinks

I have certain characteristics… and a very particular set of skills…  No, seriously. Specific traits and abilities come to mind when I think of myself… and I imagine when others think of me, too. (Assuming anyone other than ‘me’ ever … Continue reading →

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what… and why.

Posted on 9 January 2017 by what sandra thinks

What is wrong with me? Why can’t I do this? I’m not completely in the dark on this. But there are things that I just don’t understand.

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struggle.

Posted on 20 December 2016 by what sandra thinks

I seem to be in a place of abundant emptiness. Yes, I do see the contradiction. I have thoughts running around inside my head… some I’ve made notes of… some I cannot understand. And through all of this, I have … Continue reading →

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in tech news…

Posted on 13 December 2016 by what sandra thinks

My phone died last night. I swear, it is a fucking tragedy. A nightmare. I can’t be without it. Damn, my son’s activities change so often that I never know when he’ll text me with a new time to pick … Continue reading →

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headshrinker.

Posted on 17 November 2016 by what sandra thinks

I’m still struggling with this. Still, God dammit! When does it turn the corner? When does it make one damn bit of difference at all? It was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? Trying to fix things. Getting help … Continue reading →

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I can’t.

Posted on 9 November 2016 by what sandra thinks

I was starting to get my writing groove back. It was good. And now… I have no words. Fuck that, yes I do. I have held it in for months. Fuck it. If this sends followers away, well, I doubt … Continue reading →

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the monster.

Posted on 5 November 2016 by what sandra thinks

Someone has come into my life. More like barged in. And more like something, not someone. I call him Franx. (Him? I have no fucking idea if this thing even has a gender. For now, him.) He’s a fucking monster. … Continue reading →

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notes.

Posted on 7 October 2016 by what sandra thinks

It has been the week from hell. Inside… outside… and every other way possible. Fuck, I’m kind of surprised I’m even here. And none of the hell is going away… so I expect future hell. Before I land in actual … Continue reading →

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