I got stuck. It didn’t happen all at once, but the end result is the same. I exist almost exclusively inside of a 10 foot sphere of space. My agoraphobia seems to have reached it’s ultimate potential. Some days it isn’t so bad. But even those days take monumental effort. Like walking uphill through molasses. … Continue reading Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving
I’m bored. Painfully, excruciatingly bored. I took my medicine, I’m not anxious, I’m not actively avoiding anything. I’m simply bored. I have at least an hour before the kiddo will get back from his friend's house, and The Hub and The Sub are still asleep. I have nothing I have to do or need to … Continue reading The Function of Boredom
Absolutely incredible. This is faith.
I initially wrote this as a combination of a journal entry and a letter to the sub and the sailor (the sub’s girlfriend and my submissive-esque person – we are still defining it). I am editing it to both redact names and such, as well as adding more information because I think it needs to … Continue reading Through The Ghost
Day 17: Something that feeds your soul. It is ironic and serendipitous that this should be the prompt that brings me back, and I slowly trudge my way out of a deep dark pit, crawling my way through the muck. I haven't had internet for months now. I am writing this on a semi functional … Continue reading #LoveMe Challenge Day 17: Something That Feeds Your Soul
http://thoughtcatalog.com/ashley-chew/2015/12/read-this-when-its-not-a-bad-day-but-a-bad-life/ Seriously, it's worth it.
I don't know if I will ever post this anywhere. Perhaps there is a place for just journaling. Whispering to myself aloud. A quote I saw the other day really wormed it's way into my brain, and I keep going over it again and again. "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit … Continue reading The Fight
This post will suck. It won't make sense, it will jump around. I don't care. I need to write. I'm sick of scraping by. Losing the business, combined with other money problems... Ugh. It's a mess. I'm broke right now. Like, if I can just get x amount of dollars to get caught up, I … Continue reading A Snapshot of Mental Illness
Most of my life has been defined by my fears, despite my best intentions. Yet, when I sit here, trying to type out what I want to express about it, I find myself at a loss for words. There are a few quotes I thought of including in this. Perhaps starting with the words of … Continue reading Fear and Imagination: A Conceptual Exploration