I don’t always understand how the world can be as cruel as it is. Not only cruel in the horrific ways, such as a twisted murder or other vile crime, but also in the small, ordinary, everyday ways. In indifference, in petty revenge, in prejudice. I don’t understand it because I can’t imagine ever wanting… Continue reading I Don’t Understand
Life is an endless ebb and flow. At least, that’s how it feels when I’m in a more positive mindset. It’s the reminder that “this too should pass” or the sudden realization from time to time that, at least at this moment, I’m feeling okay again. Perhaps not great, perhaps life could be better or… Continue reading Ebb, Flow, Ebb, Flow
This post explores the topic of sexuality, particularly mine, and is probably a little too candid/overshare, but it’s part of the puzzle and a part I’ve been giving a lot of thought lately. The year is 1998. My mom is trying to figure out how to handle having a preteen starting to openly express her… Continue reading But Do You Really?
Perhaps I cursed myself by falling in love with the film 13 Going on 30 when it first came out (I was 15 at the time!). As I approach 30, I still look forward to being, if not flirty, thriving because my twenties have been anything but that. Unlike Jenna Rink, I have neither clawed… Continue reading Looking Forward To 30
Very recently a good friend I met online several years back was giving me advice and in phrasing it said, loosely, “I don’t know what your circle is like” in regards to the people I have in my everyday face-to-face life whom I’ve known for a while and/or am comfortable with. It was met with… Continue reading Unsocial(ized)
I, and many, have indulged in the sensationalism of going on and on about how 2016 was a terrible year. “Only in 2016” and other variations has basically become the equivalent of lingo regarding the 90s. As in, in the 90s it was common to hear: “It’s the 90s.” or “What do you expect, it’s… Continue reading Why I’m Hopeful for 2017
As of today, I am a depression survivor. This is no small thing, and it is an ongoing thing. I woke up this morning. I’m living my life in spite of my urge to give in to the depression – if not to the point of suicide, at least to the point of allowing it… Continue reading Pressed: Battling Depression in an Evangelical Home