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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Truth #2: Am I Enough?

My next truth: I constantly feel inadequate. I will never be as _______ as that person. I will never be a good enough _________ for this person. This summer, I went through a whirlwind of emotions. I was hurt by myself, by others, and it seemed like I couldn’t function without thinking of the pain…

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Truth #1: Don’t Leave Me

Here’s the brutally honest truth: I’m afraid of people leaving me. I’m afraid to make a decision, because if it’s the “wrong” one, people will leave me. What if I say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, make a person I love so upset with me that they never speak to me again? What if…

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Sunday

I wake up in sweltering heat, the sun beating down on me. The sun chooses now to grace New York with its presence? “What a great wake-up call,” I mutter. “What time is it,” I ask Paul, my driver. “Oh, morning Ms. Hale. You’re up,” Paul says checking his rearview mirror. “Paul, please call me…

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