Used to be mine…

She’s imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won’t ask for help She is messy, but she’s kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she…

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People

Have you ever thought about someone and just smiled? Have you ever seen a person radiate excitement when they talk about something that’s important to them? Have you ever seen someone completely at ease with those around them? People are cool. I know, such a generic statement, but lately, I’ve been thinking about how certain…

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Life Update: Nov. 2018

So I took a look at my blog posts from last year and…they’re pretty dark, but they also represent the point in my life that I was at. Fast forward to now: I can say three words that I was afraid of saying in the past: I am happy. I always thought that happiness was…

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Redundant…

It seems almost redundant now to say: prayers for [insert city/country/world here]. It’s been an interesting week with the midterms elections, the constant existence of politics and to boot, a shooting late last night at a bar in California. I have a friend visiting LA. I have friends who come from LA. I heard later…

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Alone

I’m alone. I never thought it would happen. I constantly surround myself with my friends and family and immerse myself in them and our relationships.  But here I am: I’m alone. It’s not the kind of alone where you’re not around people. It’s the heart-wrenching, mind-numbing kind of loneliness. The kind of loneliness where at…

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Feeling inadequate

I go to work every day and I feel inadequate. I come home and I feel the same.  It’s like the roles of my life that I’ve loved taking on in the past (human, daughter, sister, friend, employee, student), I’m not good enough for anymore or maybe I never was.  When you’ve spent your whole…

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Stopped

It feels like everything around me is changing and moving forward, and I am completely still. I go to work. I come home. I watch TV for a little bit. I go to sleep. I do it all again. From Monday through Friday, I do nothing else. Then, on the weekend, I sometimes do things…

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