This post won’t be pretty. I’m scared. I feel unseen, unwanted, unloved and forgotten. Despite a new community honoring me for this month, despite my therapist reminding me it’s the optimal time to fight for my dreams, I feel abandoned. I feel useless. I feel worthless. I feel weak and pathetic. I feel evil and […]
I like to say I’m a musician but it’s the part of me that I fear the most. I’ve struggled to understand why that is so well enough to convey to others (like my therapist or my friends to help me get through it, past it) and myself. Though a vague idea of the feeling
I signed into work this morning and within seconds I was getting a call from the HR department. They told me that because of their funds they are laying people off. I never felt comfortable at the job especially when they gave me a horrible time last year when I asked for disability accommodations and
Time passes and even as I work hard to heal and grow I feel stuck between two minds that battle each other endlessly and the battle rages harder from the moment every media outlet starts telling us it’s time to eat turkey, it’s time to see friends and family, it’s time to make wishes and
It feels like I am hiding but I have little grasp that from which I am hiding. My guitar is collecting dust. My home is a mess mostly because I don’t really feel safe to take out the trash and the fact that the landlord refused to unclog our second toilet just makes me hate
