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The Cranberries (Band, Not Fruit)
When I was a teenager, I discovered The Cranberries. Just like many American people, I fell in love. The sound, the beautiful sound. Oh my word, it was as if I found an angel singing through my radio. I spent countless hours singing with Dolores O’Riordan on the radio or on my electronic devices. That…
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Victimization Review
I believe that it’s really difficult to change a mind set. I was a victim, but now I’m a survivor. There are still times where I revert back into victim mode. Poor me, look at how I suffered. Instead of making circumstances in my life to define me, I’m walking a better truth. Despite all…
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Sometimes
Sometimes it’s hard to imagine that I’m grown up. I pictured myself at this age being so much more put together. And in many ways, I’m as imperfect as everyone else. I work hard, I have thoughts I think are absolutely right and everyone else’s opinions are ridiculous if they don’t match my own, I…
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Mom, Covid-19, Quarantine, and an ungrateful daughter
I fashion myself after someone relatively high maintenance with low maintenance goals. I’m high maintenance because psychologically, I know I’m unwell. I need validation more than a frequent visitor to a commercial parking facility. I’m still trying to build myself up when I have perceptions that life is trying to tear me down. Lately I’ve…
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Electronic Distractions
I find myself increasingly involved in electronic distractions. Instead of involving myself in things that adults should do, I play cell phone and tablet games. Then when all that fails, ps4 Diablo 3. I’ve beat the game … 3 times now and am playing segments in Torment 1 mode. I feel like as part of…
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Man, I need a Break!
I cannot begin to remember what I posted last, but I can honestly tell you so much has happened. The story is this: My daughter Ashleigh’s ex-boyfriend, Cody asked to talk to me. He and Ashleigh had a child together, Benjamin. Benjamin was in Children’s Hospital and had two different heart surgeries, was born premature,…
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Life IS Full of Surprises
I left one of my jobs in a bad way, many years ago. I wanted to tell my hotel boss this when I eventually sit down for my annual review. I suffered, badly. My ex husband was at this point in time a horrible father. He’d sleep, keep the doorknobs to the bedrooms tied together…
PTSD, My Life, My Changes 