I've always felt like disaster follows me around. Or maybe I follow it. Either way, our paths collide far more frequently than I should be comfortable with. If I'm honest, I know it's not coincidence. If we're cutting to the chase here, it's pretty simple- these chance encounters are pain attempting to become purpose. My…
Right Place, Right Time
It’s not Terminal
I haven't put pen to paper (or I guess fingers to keyboard) in a really long time. Like, really long. I'm not even sure if these words will ever make it past the draft folder of my computer... but here we are. And truth be told, I am only brought back to this page now…
A Seat at the Table
"Come on girl, there's a seat at the table." "I have found my people, and there's room at our table!" I know you've heard it. People with the best intentions (or maybe not) throw this phrase around to imply inclusivity. I guess it's meant to motivate, encourage, or make the person saying it sound more…
Mindflowers: BPD and Self Harm with Anonymous
Hi, I’m Anonymous. I am supposed to start this out by making myself relatable, but the truth is that I worry too much about what other people think of me. And I think we can all relate to that, right? I had every intention of starting this out all strong and brave and stating my…
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Mouse Turds
Today, at approximately 11:30pm CST, I found another (expletive) mouse turd in my (expletive) house. AGAIN. I was aware that cockroaches could survive a nuclear apocalypse, but now I am fairly certain mice also possess this ability. If you have followed along on Instagram, you know that I have been in the trenches of Mouse…