Knowing that the scorpion’s injured doesn’t make its sting hurt any less.
Can’t Hurt Them, Can’t Hurt Me
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
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.
I Won’t Follow You Into The Dark
People like that love company.
It’s OK To Just Lose It Sometimes
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
If I Could Have Dinner With Elmo
I never dreamed he’d play such a pivotal role in my home, but here he is.
I Make Up Ridiculous Songs About My Kids
They’re my song inspirations and my entire captive studio audience.
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.
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