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Abuse

Enough with the vague postings and shit. This is what went down.

I fell in love with a woman who is in a committed relationship.
I, a woman in a committed relationship, fell in love with a woman in a committed relationship.

Obviously, you can see where the trouble lies.

I told Matt, my husband about it. Luckily, I am married to Jim Halpert from "The Office" because he was and is a saint about these things. Well, this particular thing has never happened before.

Being pansexual, I have been attracted to many women, but never have I fallen for one before.

I tried to run, push away, and even bury my feelings. But, just as love tends to do, it came bursting forth in a magnificent way.

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Our friendship is now deteriorating. And I hate that.

I am bombarded with questions about what is going on, who are you talking about, are you okay.

I am also being bombarded with harassment.

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I am a loving person. I am also an extremely private person. This blog and my YouTube videos are T…

Vulnerability and Grace

To be vulnerable is a gift.
To share your vulnerability with another is even more so.
To share your open vulnerability of love is the greatest gift of all.

I feel bad for how things went down, but I will never regret sharing a gift such as my heart.

Love is meant to be in this wicked world. If it wasn't how would we survive?

Sometimes the thought of losing someone or not being with them can make you turn to wicked, venomous words and actions. It is difficult to remember in that moment that jealousy is powerful.
But love is the ultimate reason why.

The next step from here is moving on.
Whether they want you or not, life must continue and you must be gracious.

Ouch... Being gracious towards rejection. That sounds so brutal.

In reality being bitter is easier to come by than graciousness. However, the bitterness will only drive those you love away and you will wind up hurting yourself in the process.
Being gracious and becoming grace is a gift. A gift only vulnerability can and will p…

Hate, Hide, Hope

Do you ever feel useless?
Like, completely, totally, and utterly useless?

I'm struggling through this right now.
I'm struggling with this post right now.

I hate not working.
I hate not feeling like I am making a difference or contributing.
I hate committing to something and quitting after a week.
I hate my fear of being successful and happy.
I hate my flighty tendencies.
I HATE ALL OF THESE THINGS WITH A PASSION!

How come then I am able to hate these things so much but struggle with changing them about myself?

Why is it easier for me to sit in my "hate stew" and absorb the hate until it has seeped into my core rather than simply get out of my stew pot and move onward and upward?

Why do I sabotage myself and continually climb back into my stew pot to absorb more of what I hate?

Why?

I'll tell you why...
It's so much easier for me to sit in this stew pot and hate these things about myself than it actually is to physically change.
It's easy to run. It's d…

Short little angry post

Why is it easy to find the words when I am miserable.

Today I am happy, however, after reading a blog that a friend of mine writes, I am beyond angry and upset.

It isn't fair! The shit she has gone through throughout her life... It isn't fair.

I hate being an empath sometimes. I don't even have to be around people and I can absorb their emotions simply from reading about them. Sucks.

This is my short little angry post.

Pills and pizza

Where do I begin?

I know where I would have liked to have ended.

That's sad, isn't it?

Well, that's depression. Sometimes I feel good. And sometimes I feel bad. And other times... the very air I breathe feels like poison in my lungs, and surviving is my only option, even it means turning away from something good and running like hell in a new direction.

Yup, you read that correctly. I am in flight-mode hardcore.

My body is shutting down. Every now and then I'm able to fake it for a few hours. Like, when Matt comes home from work and we run up town to get pills and pizza.

Yup, that's basically it. Pills and pizza.

My psychiatrist added Ativan to my pill cocktail yesterday. I'm only supposed to take it as needed and use my DBT training for the most part. Living in today's world, working at something sounds like... work. I'd rather have the instant gratification and numbing effect of a small pill take ahold of me.

People will find out soon. They always do.…

I have not quit.

It happened again.

Sitting on the couch, putzing around on my phone.

Waking up on the floor to my dog licking me with a bump on my head.

I either fainted, or I had a seizure. And given my past, I think it is safe to say that I most likely had a seizure.

Time to stop what I am doing, take a step back, and reevaluate this situation.

Why did I have a seizure?
- I am stressed out like a mother trucker.

Why am I stressed out?
- Getting yelled at by people at work all day, working long hours, not forcing myself to take my lunch breaks, feeling like I have had little to no training and yet I am expected to know how to do quite a bit.

Okay, so work is stressing me out. Now, what should I do?
- Well, I shouldn't call in. I should really still go into work.

But I want to run. I want to run far and I want to run fast.

I can admit it this time.

I don't like this job. I am not comfortable in this job.

But I need to pay bills. I need to contribute. I cannot simply quit.

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I've called …

Epic losses

I am here.

I don't want to be here.

I don't know where I want to be, but I know it's not here. In this place. In this position, yet again.

I lost my job today. Too many absences. And yes, I may have just been a "temp", however, I need that income. My husband and I need that income to survive.

I require health insurance. I require medications. I require routine psychiatrist, doctor, and therapist visits. I require things that cost money. A lot of money.

These aren't frivolities of everyday fun... THIS IS MY LIFE. This is my everyday existence... My constant uphill battle within my head and heart.

I always hated that question... what do you want to be when you grow up?

I don't fucking know! I didn't know then and I sure as hell don't know now, and I think we can all agree that that is pretty obvious.

I need a job. I hate working. I hate leaving the sanctity of my home. The comforts of my pajamas. And yet, I crave being out there with people! UGH! Do…