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Reflection is happening and sometimes it’s hard. Show up for each other. Full stop. Continue reading 12.
Tag: mental health
Thanks Mom
Parents are tricky, complicated, and there are millions out there who do not engender those feelings in their offspring, but there are also millions more who do. They leave those unsolved Rubik’s Cube feelings up to us to navigate, in life and in death. Continue reading Thanks Mom
Isn’t That the Way They Say it Goes
And in the words of Mr. Croce, I wish I could call to tell them I’m fine. I only wish my words could just convince myself. Continue reading Isn’t That the Way They Say it Goes
Here’s Where the Story Ends
I really hate that feeling when a memory comes back and yet you have to pivot your love for that memory immediately to melancholy because you know you’ll never have those times with that person ever again. Continue reading Here’s Where the Story Ends
Me Time
I had a thought tonight as I was bittersweetly celebrating my newfound lack of responsibilities: Do we ever lose the feeling of disappointing our parents? Continue reading Me Time
2.4.14
…when you realize a key doesn’t fit a lock – a lock you need to open every day, 3 or 4 or 9 times a day, you quit using the wrong key. Because no matter how much you try, that door is not gonna open. Continue reading 2.4.14
Maximum Effort
What kind of bullshit math equation is gun + gun = life? What kind of even bullshittier math equation is no/not great job = no health care = death? Continue reading Maximum Effort
The 460th Day of March 2020
When the pandemic started, I stopped brushing my teeth in the morning. I don’t know why. Well, I do, though. I rationalized it a little like this: I am working from home. No one sees me. I won’t eat breakfast until 10. I need lots of coffee in the mornings, so I don’t want to ruin my coffee with toothpaste. And so on. I would … Continue reading The 460th Day of March 2020
Here Are Some Things I Have Not Done During the Pandemic.
“Be creative.” I would argue that my creativity for handling a crushing mountain of fucked-upness is the extent to which my brain can go. I have not written much, I have not started large projects, I have not built anything, I… I got plants. That’s as creative as it’s getting around here. “Listen to music!” Weirdly, you would think this would be a solace. It … Continue reading Here Are Some Things I Have Not Done During the Pandemic.
I Should Write More
I have six unfinished drafts in my “Drafts” section, all with titles but like, one sentence. So it has become clear to me that I should just start writing stuff, see what happens, NOTHING CAN GO WRONG, RIGHT? I mean, I’m sure someone out there wants to read about my cats and my patio filled with mostly dead plants and “marine layer” grunge and the … Continue reading I Should Write More
Pocketful of Venom 
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