This time last year I was curled on the couch, four days since my last shower, pills in hands reach, with nothing more than suicidal ideations that were strong enough to zone out the tv volume of four, Family Guy. I wouldn’t get the “correct” medication until May tenth. Leaving approximately 126 days of sorrow… Continue reading 2017 Reflections
Tag: Strength
40 Hours.
(Venting incoming) Shiiiiiiiit. 40 work hours in three days. I swear my boss loves torture methods. I’m facilitating a workshop so I should clarify that it is rewarding knowing I’m helping others suceed. But, Shiiiiit. Lol. My brain is mentally torn apart. My feet hurt a little. I miss my cat. No lunch makes me… Continue reading 40 Hours.
Finding Happiness 