Category: Truth
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One of “them”
I was on a drive today and listening to my David Bowie station, and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on. I was catapulted back to middle school! I don’t know when it started but at some point I remember KNOWING I was different. I was too tall, my hair was too red, I was too good…
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No more
Sure I still lack the self esteem I wish I had. I have tons more than I used to. I used to NEED the approval of others to such an extent that I couldn’t have told you who I was or what I wanted if my life had depended on it. I was always being…
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Soft and Squishy
Some of you may not realize this, but really, I am very soft and squishy on the inside. It’s very cliché of me, I know, but my hard candy shell is just the armor I need to protect my soft underbelly. I know that the armor is often unattractive and sometimes scary. Fortunately or unfortunately……
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Sex, Love and Relationships (Part 4): Forgiveness (Explicit)
First I dated Ryan. God he was beautiful. Tall, dark and brooding. He was highly intelligent and charming. It’s really too bad because he knew he was all these things. I say we dated. Mostly we got loaded and had sex. He had the best drugs. He came from money. One night while Ryan and…
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Snowflake
One of my favorite quips is “I’m a unique snowflake…just like everyone else.” Let me explain. I was about 12 or 13 (I’m assuming this age based on I was new to the terror of teenagedom and the fear of what others thought of me). My mom and my sister grabbed me for some errand…
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Heartbroken
You know that feeling when that person you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with has decided they changed their mind? Yep, that is heartbreaking. In my youth, I thought I’d loved. My heart broke more times that I can count. I will admit that I was often delusional and that the ‘relationship’…
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I Am a Superhero!
I am an avid dreamer. What I mean by that is that I am one of those people who dreams a lot and often remembers my dreams. When I wake up and I have been dreaming, I am usually feeling pretty euphoric. Even if it’s a “bad” dream and I wake up scared or angry,…
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Walking on a Winter Slumberland
I think I’ve been walking cemeteries now, for about 20 years. If memory serves, I started doing this because I didn’t know what to do with the energy of grieving my mother’s death. Historically I have walked up and down the rows and said the names of strangers out loud. I don’t know if anyone…
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Primal Screaming
I don’t recall how old I was…maybe 6 or 8 and I had this dress that I LOVED! It was dark blue with a big red apple on the front. I don’t recall the occasion but I was left alone to get ready and the family was coming back to get me. (Don’t get hung…
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Comfort of the Right Company
I’ve never met my father. It was only a year ago that I found anyone on that side of my heritage. Turns out dad died when I was 10. I’ve spent countless hours and money looking for him…apparently in vein. That’s Ok. I’ve been given other gifts. Let’s be clear…I have daddy issues. When I…
Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges. 