I Want to Get Married … Now
It’s like I was holding my emotions at bay until it came, and when it did, there was no hiding. I want to get married.
It’s like I was holding my emotions at bay until it came, and when it did, there was no hiding. I want to get married.
It’s been 11 days since I posted a blog, and I didn’t even know it. When I first started blogging, I committed to posting once
It’s like I can see myself reacting and behaving and there’s nothing I can do about it. I even have a post IT saying, “Restraint of
I am officially over COVID, and it is coming out in my mirror. And on the scale. And then into my clothes. Into my bed. And
Thanksgiving came, and Thanksgiving went. I had a plan, and then the plan kind of had me. I had a delightful time in the woods by
I used to think eating for joy was being a glutton; consuming things I hadn’t in a while, eating more, eating way past capacity. I
My disease hates when I’m happy. My disease hates when I stray from needing it to tell me my every move, validate my every thought, and
See? Doing the right thing always trumps reacting to … anything. Our feelings. Our mood. What’s happening in the perceived version of to instead of for.
I feel damned if I do, and damned if I don’t. I feel exposed or hidden. I feel arrogant and seeking, or too modest and quiet.
It’s been a few days of total awareness. It started with a walk and hearing my anxiety gain an audible pulse. It started with the