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Everyone has that inner voice that tells us what we think. That inner critic. But what if that inner voice is somehow broken? Our inner voice can be our greatest enemy. I feel that way about my inner voice. So much so that I have medication to quiet her up. But does she need to…

My watch tells me to stand up every hour if I haven’t done so. Now I’m obsessed with standing and moving around that sitting still is hard to do. Not that it has ever been easy to do. I haven’t typed here in so long and that is how I start out my post. /sigh…

Testing. I’m tinkering with the html on here.

I’ve been gone from here for a while. My depression has been pretty high lately. The therapist says this would happen since I’m doing EDMR.. which is basically facing all your traumas head-on and learning about ways to cope with them. It’s kind of hard to explain. But bringing everything front and center makes for…

My pen takes wing across the page. That’s how it used to be. I used to tell others that I will never fully give in to the digital age that to which my generation was the first to experience. I accepted records turning into tapes, turning into cds, into mp3s, into streaming. I’ve sort of…

I’m sitting here waiting for the boys to get out of school. I wouldn’t mind them taking the bus home, but they have hockey practice. Well, one has hockey. The other will be driving cause of course, I can’t drive home at night. I’m thinking I need to minimize my stuff again. This time my…

I keep thinking it’s October, but it’s still September. My computer is already decked out in Halloween aesthetic. Does everyone here celebrate Halloween? I do have some friends and family who don’t celebrate it. I believe it’s the act of celebrating the dead or dressing up as witches or devils that somehow let those demons…

Haha! Nah, just working on my phone’s aesthetic and put WordPress onto my phone. ? More later…

I’ve spent a few days wondering what kind of post I want to make. I can’t seem to decide if I’m scared or angry or happy. See, I feel nothing about what happened a few days ago. I mean, I don’t give a rat’s ass about it. At first, I was scared. When I heard…

There is a post sitting in the, I guess it’s called the post area of WordPress. It’s one of my longer posts that takes more thinking on my part. This, right here, is my quick-posting-in-a-few-minutes post. My days have been a bit blurry. Running into one another and spilling into another day. I swear my…