From time to time it’s good to remember what good we do have in our lives. We tend to forget to be happy with what we do have. So I figured I’d share some of the things that I am grateful for especially with tomorrow being Thanksgiving.
Continue reading “Things I am Thankful For”Facing It
It’s really hard to bring a lot of my stories back up to the surface. My therapy includes writing out what happened to me, and my family. Some days I can write about a certain moment and be fine…
Continue reading “Facing It”The Deadly “C” Word
I’ll never forget the day I was told my Dad had cancer. It’s not something that ever leaves you. It sticks to you like a small piece of staticky plastic. No matter how hard you try to shake it off it just won’t let go.
Continue reading “The Deadly “C” Word”Mental Break Down
When I had my breakdown, my parents felt helpless. I felt helpless. I just snapped. Am I really going crazy? Am I really going into a facility right now?
Continue reading “Mental Break Down”Goodbye Delray
*Written October 23rd 2019*
Today my brother and I are flying down to Florida to say goodbye to my Dad’s condo. A day I knew would have to come, and thought I was ready for, but maybe not so much.
Continue reading “Goodbye Delray”House Parties
Looking back, I realized I had the house to myself A LOT, even before my parent’s divorce. It was easy to sneak out, and I threw a few parties when the parents were gone.
Continue reading “House Parties”Dad’s Dating
When my parents divorced, and I was living with my Dad, he kept his dating pretty private. I mean, how can you truly date in a one-bedroom apartment with your high school-aged daughter sleeping in the loft right above?
Continue reading “Dad’s Dating”Senior Year
Moving back to Danbury with my Dad was great. At first. I made it through my junior year of high school with only minor panic attacks and minimal Dad problems. Everything seemed to be going okay. But then I hit my senior year.
Continue reading “Senior Year”Saying Sorry
From my last post one thing I mentioned was how it’s the little things that matter. Little things like saying “I’m sorry.”
Continue reading “Saying Sorry”Books
Reading has always been one of my favorite things to do, books are great escapes. You get drawn into other lives, other places, other times that let you leave your own life behind, even if for a short time. I read books that let me see there were worse things than what I was going through at the time, that I wasn’t alone, even if the story was just fiction.
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