"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong" Mahatma Ghandi I'm feeling like I haven't wrote anything down in forever. That could be because I haven't had anything all that morbid to say in a week or two, who knows? In this next entry I want to talk about something a … Continue reading Forgiveness
When I got home this afternoon there was a letter waiting for me. A letter inviting me to make an appointment for my very first cervical screening. At first, I was full of dread at the thought of the uncomfortable Speculum but then the more I thought about it and the more it set in, … Continue reading Life’s little reminders…
Feelings are not right or wrong. They just are. I have been having a series of "bad day's" lately. As I have mentioned before, for me, writing it all down helps. So, rather than continuing to bottle it all up to the point where it becomes the heavy weight I'm dragging around, I am going … Continue reading Bad Day
This post is a pretty big deal for me as this month commemorates exactly one year since I started writing my blog! I know, time flies. On that note, let's take it back a year and review... When I first started writing/blogging/possibly over sharing... I was in a dark place. I was living my first … Continue reading My First Year of Self Expression
"It has been said that "time heals all wounds". I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting it's sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone" - Rose Kennedy The above quote is something I wholeheartedly agree with. Time, definitely does not heal. Time, … Continue reading My ever evolving fear of grief
We met when I was a teenager, it was a cold night in January and I had recently gone through a break up as well as calling it quits with "the man from seven years ago". My self esteem was pretty low and he took an interest. I remember him looking at me from across … Continue reading That wasn’t love, that was just hope.
When I said in my last entry that I wanted to write about "more" and that it could very well be just the bitter ramblings of a single girl in her mid twenties, well, I was right. This next one was a hard and bitter pill to swallow. We first started talking over our mutual … Continue reading The second Boy to (sorta) Break my Heart.