It’s been a long time. Feeling super low. I know it will pass. It always does. Until then…it’s a hard day in a hard eternity.
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It’s been a long time. Feeling super low. I know it will pass. It always does. Until then…it’s a hard day in a hard eternity.
You know it’s true love when watching them do absolutely nothing strikes you with pure elation.
The secret to my love story is simple…my significant other reads to me every night before bed. I don’t recall my parents reading to me as a child. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn’t. Doesn’t matter. I get lots of bedtime stories now.
I hurt my first real boyfriend. We were 15. What did we expect? We met in a place where everyone had baggage and no one talked about it.
In 1997/98 he was hurting and he called me. I talked him off the ledge.
Rinse, wash, repeat. Sometimes I reached out to him because he wouldn’t leave my mind. Sometimes he would send up the flare.
In my heart I know that he feels hurt and sees me as someone who hurt him and so he thinks I have the answer to “fix it”
I am his soulmate. His karmic connection. We will continue to meet over and over until he finds peace. The problem is, I can’t heal his wounds. He has to. He just doesn’t realize that he is tethering me to him.
I am getting away this weekend. I am thrilled to stay in a hotel and have a whole bed to myself.
It will be a volunteer/working weekend. I am thrilled for the change in pace and a different form of responsibility.
Today the landscaper sent my estimate. My partner signed off on it. I am so happy.
I vanished for a while. The depression swept me out to sea. It didn’t drown me. The salt of my tears kept me afloat. It’s time for me to get my shit together.
I walked outside and was embraced by the light and energy of the full moon. Every one needs to cleanse in light and darkness.
I was about to message 2 friends and tell them I am depressed. I feel unmotivated. Lonely. It occurred to me that by putting it out to them it would seem that I expect them to help. There isn’t help. There isn’t an answer. It’s where my head currently is. It’s not something they can fix. And so. I will put it here.
Henry VIII took fuck, marry, kill way too seriously
This made me literally LOL
I sat down at my makeup table and replaced old brushes with new. I didn’t do my makeup. What a great feeling.
I wish this was a lesson we taught. Not everyone is extraordinary. Nothing wrong with being happy and blending in.