When you don’t feel loveable, you try to do enough to stack the odds in your favour.
I’m afraid of a lot of things: balloons, rollercoasters, porta-potties, and parallel parking. But there is nothing that scares me as much as the idea of being left.
For a brief period of time, I was doing pretty well at actually posting here semi-regularly. I have something like 20 drafts sitting, ready to go, but… Read more “A friend to me”
I was going to post a selfie yesterday. It was a nice selfie. Hair done, smiling, a great shade of lipstick. I’ll probably post it another day,… Read more “I punched my phone yesterday”
As I am writing, I am on day 4 of a social media detox. Well, day 4 without Instagram and Facebook. It took me longer to get… Read more “My phone is giving me anxiety”
What traffic sign best reflects your life right now? I’m trying to find inspiration. Writing prompts. I actually have a few books of writing prompts given to… Read more “Merge”
I answered the questions as honestly as I could and hit submit. Depressive episode. I tried again, downplaying a bit because I didn’t want to inflate my… Read more “Bloom”