connected.

Today, it’s much easier to concentrate on liking myself, because I was reminded of how lucky I have it. This Continue reading →

so what happens?

Seriously. Is existence nothing more than finding things to occupy my time? Is that why I’m deathly afraid of being Continue reading →

wherever i go.

Visibility was down to about fifty yards this morning as I drove home from the local grocery store, packed with Continue reading →

sick and tired of being sick and tired of being me.

Why is it paramount to like myself? So I don’t eventually drink, sure. But, drunk or sober, me not liking Continue reading →

i’m hooked on a feeling.

I love the familiar, even as it slowly carves up my insides. What would I do if the feelings were Continue reading →

independent of me.

Did my affirmation this morning: “You are a loving, caring, valuable person.” Repeated five times, with full eye contact. I Continue reading →

early mourning.

If I’m irritated when I arise, the number one priority shouldn’t be jazzing myself up with a bunch of defeatist Continue reading →

it’s still me, isn’t it?

“Once fill-in-the-blank happens, then I’ll be okay.” I’ve let this sentence ruin many, many days in my life. I make Continue reading →