Tag: memory

I Shouldn’t Write About My Internal Monologue

Everything is going to be OK. Then again, OK doesn’t mean anything.

The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.

People like that love company.

Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.

In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.

I can’t just lay in bed all day. I have kids and responsibilities. Even if I didn’t, I still can’t stay in bed all day.

You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.

Whatever your situation is, no matter how universal it might feel, know that it’s different for almost everyone.

It was one of the best and most timely things I ever gave her.

You’ll have to forgive me if all of this is still a bit raw.