This post has been long in the making. I have thought about it a lot since I started this blog. Who am I? What are my core beliefs? If I had to summarize who I think I am and what represents me, what would I say? It’s easy, but tough, because we are complex beings, for the most part. We aren’t black or white, but a myriad of colors that reach across a spectrum.
Category Archives: mental processing
Missed intentions
People in FB drama groups are weird. Because of my past groups, I’m subjected as a topic of discussion these drama groups, even though I have left any and all groups associated with the topic of the groups I started, and post nothing about it all on my personal FB, it still doesn’t remove meContinue reading “Missed intentions”
The loveless
It’s Valentine’s Day. That singular day of the year that reminds me I’m shitty at finding soulmates.
Pandemic pessimism
March 13th was the last day I went to an office to work. Since then, I have mostly been at home, attempting to stomach the news of the horrible administration that existed at the start of the pandemic, the world in general, and people overall.
The nightmares of medication
My blood pressure medication causes nightmares. Ironically, due to my past, they aren’t that scary.
Unprotected moments
I try my hardest to not let things drag me down. I try super hard to control my situations that I can control. I have learned how to detatch from those situations that I can’t control and cannot affect to prevent myself from being overrun with anxiety. It is a weird thing for me to do as it has been against the nature of who I have been growing up. I was forever tormented by the “What ifs”. I still am, but I try to shut those things up pretty fast.
The inabilty to do
I suffer from exectuive dysfunction. It is frustrating, disappointing and annoying.
French bread pizza
I made french bread pizza today when I got home from work. It seems like a weird thing to mention, however, it always reminds me of my favourite grandmother.
Renewal
Now that I’ve gotten my complaining out of my system and I’ve gotten some things accomplished, I feel much better.
The stress of ignorance
While I was at work a while back, I noticed a magazine that I used to love, so much so, my mom had gotten me a subscription to it.
Goddess of Foxes 