52: My Anxious Bladder
I hate admitting anxiety is an issue. “Anxiety is for women. Real men don’t get anxious,” my Pride tells me.
Read More 52: My Anxious BladderLove Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I hate admitting anxiety is an issue. “Anxiety is for women. Real men don’t get anxious,” my Pride tells me.
Read More 52: My Anxious BladderI’m left to lie to myself so that I can remain angry enough to justify not caring any longer. It requires maintaining a general apathy towards my own truth, and a casual dismissal of my heart, and therefore to my life.
Read More 19: When infidelity is lovingDo you know where you want to be in 10 years? I do.
Read More 142: This is where I amLabeling someone a slut – or a narcissist, predator, or whore – isn’t rape, but the emotional intentions are the same. It’s about taking someone’s Power.
Read More 138: Slut134.01: The Silent Treatment (1 of 2)
Silence for the first time makes complete sense.
I’m such a selfish, self-absorbed, blind, deaf, and dumb prick.
Read More 134: The Silent Treatment129: The 1959 Shasta Airflyte
“What does AA’s “principles before personalities” really mean? It means we practice honesty, humility, compassion, tolerance, and patience with everyone, whether we like them or not.”
Read More 129: The 1959 Shasta Airflyte127: Monkeys in the Middle
I’ve gone to lengths not to put people in the middle of my situation. I don’t want anyone else to carry my water.
Read More 127: Monkeys in the Middle110: This is a test
I’m a bit of a mess this morning. We will be returning to normal programming shortly.
This is only a test. Maybe.
Read More 110: This is a Test106: Hope and Envy
I want to be done caring or remembering or feeling. Yet hope and romanticism continue mocking my desire to let go. They dances through my dreams.
Read More 107: Hope and Envy105: The Art of Love
My heart still sings out to her like an optimistic songbird hoping she will sing back.
There is only silence.
Read More 105: The Art of Love
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