To all my readers I know I have not written in a while. I have been going through many changes. I took the leap to find a safe nice place that I can call home, and I did. I will take pictures later on. I just wanted my readers to know I am okay and… Continue reading Im Okay
Death has always been weird to me. I have never been able to express condolences appropriately. When a close uncle found out he had cancer my first words were "well, that’s what he gets for smoking." I did feel bad but showing sympathy has never been a strong trait of mine. It is also weird… Continue reading Life Comes in 3’s (Part 3)
Hey guys, so here is another video. I enjoy that I can talk to you guys so it feels more personal, however if this is not working for some of you, please let me know. When looking at my stats it seems like it still stays fairly average. I like that vloging gives me more… Continue reading Astral-Projection?
I cannot say I am doing well, however I can say that I am average. It is so easy for my daughters mother to say see a therapist, honestly though after about the eighth one I realized that the reason I can't be helped is because psychology just isn't there yet with understanding my trauma.… Continue reading Trying to Stay Strong
Note to self, never leave bacon in the work fridge for breakfast the next day...it will not be there when you are ready for it....how rude. I woke up feeling okay but would have preferred NOT to come to work. It is rainy and gloomy, the perfect studying weather. I wanted to curl up with… Continue reading Proud to be a Carrier
Kitten asked me to describe her briefly so that she could use that as a basis for at least one blog entry. As her baby mama, I feel like I know her pretty well so I’m in a good position to do so. Let’s get to it, shall we? The words I would use to… Continue reading From my Baby-Mama
I wonder if they cried…. I wonder if I cried... Those were the questions I asked myself when I read about the priest scandals in Pennsylvania. I remember very specific details of the man who molested me the most. I can remember being on top and him showing me what to do, so I… Continue reading Just Keep Swimming