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My Love Letter To The World

The following has been posted on my Twitter account since March 28, 2017, in a series of tweets in a thread.  Yes, I know it's not called that anymore but I don't care. That's what it was called when I posted these so... anyway, I decided I wanted to add it all together here in one complete post. This is my love letter to the world. You Matter. If I could have one wish come true it'd be for you to know that you are worth it!  I'm a nobody but I care deeply about everyone so when you think nobody cares, remember that THIS nobody cares about you & I'm here to listen.  Honestly, we are all nobodies. I don't believe anyone is more important than anyone else; even celebrities. We're all just people. We live and then we die. We're all just blips in time. But that doesn't mean we don't matter because we do. Each life does.  You matter to the people in your family and to your friends (both in real life and online) you matter to people even if you...
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Thursday Thoughts - randomness at it's finest

As I said on monday, I want to get into the habit of writing at least a little bit each day. I spend too much time on mindless activities (like doomscrolling on social media platforms) and not enough time actually using my mind. I'm trying to get out of that habit...  With that in mind I've set a timer today for 20 minutes just for writing. I don't really have anything in particular I want to speak about, so this I guess is just me doing stream of consciousness writing again. But that's better than nothing, right? It's using my mind to think...  What should I write about? I'm not sure. I love the sound that birds make in the afternoon but I hate it in the morning. I love a gentle breeze with the sun shining down, but I hate a windstorm. I don't mind a gentle rain but I hate a thunderstorm. My favorite colors are green and purple but I also really like orange so I'm starting to wonder if maybe that's a favorite color, too?  I suffer from depression. A...

We Don't Talk About Mental Health Enough

I frequently talk about my struggles with mental health and depression across most of the social media platforms I use. Mental health awareness is very important to me and I am a very strong advocate for talking about it. There's too much stigma surrounding it and we need to break that stigma. We need to make sure more people know it's ok to talk about it. We don't talk about it enough! I've recently had several people reaching out to me regarding my sharing on this topic. I've been accused of trying to manipulate my daughters because I speak out about my struggles and told to "talk to a therapist." I've had others reach out because they are worried...to those people - I'm ok. I have two amazing reasons to keep going; Rachel and Abby. I'm not trying to manipulate anyone. I'm trying to help people who are afraid to reach out for help.  It's OK to talk about your mental health struggles!  It's OK to say you aren't Ok and that you ...

I hate Mondays

 This is my stream of consciousness writing for the day so I can at least say I wrote something today. I hate Mondays! There's always too much to do and not enough time to do it. People are always messaging me asking questions and I can't ignore them because they are relying on me to be there for them but then I'm not able to be there for myself and get my required work done. My boss says I need to work on my time management skills but all the time management skills in the world can't help me if I have too much to do and not enough time to do it in during the day. Everything has to be done before the end of the shift so how do I chose? I don't know. My head hurts, I'm stressed and overwhelmed and I just want to cry and give up and I can't. Some days I just want to quit...but I actually really like my job; I just hate Mondays!  I need a vacation but I can't afford to take time off. I need me time. I need to put me first but I can't. I hate life someti...

We're Doing It All Wrong

I've been thinking about this for a while now and have been writing it all in my head, but it's taken a lot to convince myself to put it down in actual words because I know it's not going to be well received. We're doing it all wrong. The religion of Christianity isn't what Jesus wanted from His followers. Please don't get angry. Let me explain... He was angry with the Pharisees because they weren't true believers. They were religious without heart. They prayed in the streets, in public, to show how righteous they were but they weren't righteous — they were self-righteous —and there's a big difference between the two. Matthew 6:5 NKJV “And when you pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the streets, that they may be seen by men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. I know you don't want to hear this, but Christians (and Christianity) have become the very thi...

When You Have Nothing It's Hard To Accomplish Anything

Let me say that again, when you have nothing it's hard to accomplish anything. I don't think people realize how true that is...or maybe they do and don't care. Maybe people really only care about how much money they can make and don't care about anyone else. And I get it, it's a dog eat dog world we live in, but as someone who has nothing it sucks. I wrote a children's picture book and it's available on Amazon as an ebook, but it would work much better as a printed book. Why isn't it available as one? Well, because I don't have the money to self-publish it and it's too small to create a print picture book on Amazon. So there it sits, only available as an ebook. I also wrote my memoir and it's also available on Amazon because I don't have the money to self-publish it any other way. This isn't so bad, however, trying to market and promote it is difficult, because I can't purchase anything to promote it. Places like Goodreads offers ...

When bonds break

Belittling someone else's trauma and turning it around and trying to BLAME them for it is unacceptable. Refusing to even listen to the person explain their trauma and trying to justify why it happened is unacceptable. Just because my mother experienced trauma does NOT justify the trauma she caused me. It might explain it to a point, but it in no way makes it excusable. That's victim blaming. I should have "let go of the hurt"? Is that all it takes to heal from a lifetime of being treated like I didn't matter? That's apparently what my sister thinks.  And somehow I'm to blame for the countless times my mother told me I was dead to her. She seems to think the only time mom did that was well after my divorce and was living on my own and didn't want her to live with me. Nevermind the fact that I didn't want her to live with me because I couldn't handle all the yelling she did.  Ask my stepmom how many countless times I cried in her arms (starting a...