The Big 3-0.

Milestone birthdays. Milestones. Restlessness, and a overwhelming feeling of missing out.

Just Broken

What if I’m just….broken?

Fully Fucking Functional.

Today, things feel just as dark and hopeless as they did yesterday.

Words. Words. Words.

Like maybe there aren’t words for what I’m feeling at all.

Blocks

I feel blocked in. Fenced. I’ve had writer’s block because of it. I’ve stepped on seven million blocks in the past month. I’ve walked around my block too many times to count.

How. Why. What.

This whole post feels very self-involved in light of everything going on in our world today. And I guess it is. But I do want people to realize that there has to be a more respectful way of talking about these hard issues.

The Leftovers

It’s the hardest thing I’ve gone through. And just when I think I’m free of it–and back to my regular family history/hormonal depression, thank you very much–the leftovers of it hit me again. The guilt I feel for how I struggled. The worries. The fears.

Selling Tickets for the Hot Mess Express

I’ve opened this page more times than I can count to write something, anything, about what’s going on in my head, in our world, in my house, in my state, whatever.