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My Own Bubble

Over the course of the last decade, I’ve transformed from someone surrounded with what I thought were loyal, caring people, to being utterly alone. As it turned out, none of those people were actually there when it mattered, so one day, I just decided that enough was enough, and said to hell with everyone.

Not exactly an easy decision when you’ve always had friends around you, or so you thought. It seems though that it’s now easier for me to just be with myself, my husband, and my daughter, and shut out the rest of the world. Some would attribute this to my depression, but it’s never been able to drive me this far from who I am.

Perhaps, instead, I’ve simply evolved into some other kind of person, one unrecognizable to myself, yet a person who’s better equipped to stand on their own. This was something I always struggled with, being alone, so I always chose not to be. Now that the option is mine, and while I won’t say it’s ideal, I won’t allow people into my life who don’t make me feel certain that they’re intentions are for the best.

After the ways I’ve been hurt, one of my biggest goals in life is to help steer my daughter away from those who don’t deserve her time, attention, love, and loyalty. Obviously someone will hurt her at some point, but I’ll help her from keeping them around for too long, as that was one of my biggest faults in life.

There’s a part of me that honestly wonders if I’ll ever be able to allow someone in, if I can ever trust someone a friend again, and how I’ll even meet someone is beyond me. My daughter is my life, and most of my time is spent at home with her, or cleaning, or grocery shopping, etc. I’m hopeful that I’ll find someone soon, but I’m not out there searching for you. Maybe you’ll find your way to me, eventually.

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Rolling Tide

Life is, at best, a series of curves, a continuous movement through space and time. And as we grow and bend and change, relationships, they mend and break. Evolution is required to make it through these trying times, but it’s not always easy, as with change comes fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of not knowing if you’ll endure the change, or if it’ll make you happy.

But happiness is relative, it’s an option, a choice, at least that’s what we’re told by those with the loudest voice. For me, though, it’s never been clear, whether the choice is even possible, or if it’s all a lie, an unreachable destination, an unachievable goal. And there’s really only one way to find out if that’s true – pursue happiness as if it’s the only thing that’s real.

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Don’t Just Observe

Watch and learn, look and listen, this life we live, it has conditions. But one thing that I feel is neglected – information is taken for granted. Google this, look up that, I’m guilty myself, but it doesn’t change the facts. Knowledge is the richest currency, but college educations rarely serve their purposes.

This institution on which the constitution was intended to enrich, has instead been stripped away, and now it’s meaningless. My generation, we speak so loud, but those who have the power to do something are in doubt. Denial can be the most powerful drug, fueling race wars and inequalities for all.

So don’t wait around for an invitation, let’s do our parts, no matter the reach. For me, I’m a writer, a singer, and a mother, so I’ll write these words and sing a song of peace for my daughter. We can’t allow net worth to dictate how much someone’s worth. That’s not the future I had hoped she’d inherit, so let’s try to make this a better planet.

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Abrupt Abyss

In life, things happen quickly, and without warning. In a blink of an eye, someone can die, never to be seen again. At any moments time, life can pass you by, but unbeknownst to you – the people you think you love the most are fading away from you. It’s not too late, let’s not debate, act hastily, my friends. Appreciate every single little thing that you have, because someone out there would give anything to have just what you have.

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Astonish Me

Dazzle me with brilliance, evoke me with your pain. Please just help me feel anything but mundane. I seek and I seek, finding nothing each time, yet I still can’t help but seek some other life. Another time, another place, with another girl, a different face, maybe then I could be great.

I’ve tried and yet I can’t forget the person I’ve become, I’m desperate to remember who I was earlier in life. Once I valued my opinions, heeded my own advice, now all I’m good for is giving it to those who don’t even want it.

I’ve emptied out, a hollow shell, I’m not who I once was. The hardest part is not blaming others, and accepting my own role. It’s just that I’ve been broken so many times before, I can’t find all the pieces, they don’t fit like before.

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Three Month Lull

Wow, I can’t believe it’s been almost three months since I last posted. To all of my followers, I’m sorry for being so unreliable! If you’ve read a decent amount of my posts, you’ll know enough to know that when life gets tough, I tend to pack it in and call it until things simmer down.

This time, though, I’m forcing myself back out of my shell. Depression is a never ending force in the lives of those who’ve experienced it, which I reckon is just about everyone these days.

Some days are better than others, as with any other illness or whatever else, but there are times you’re just sucked into these long patches of it. It leaves you feeling helpless and insignificant, yet the only person to blame is yourself.

We allow it to consume us, at times we fight, but generally, we’ve accepted that there’s nothing we can do other than just to bear down and weather the storm.

When frustrations hits it’s all time high though, sometimes I actually do things like this, have to actually force myself back into something that I know I love and need. Sometimes I think I’m punishing myself for being depressed by depriving myself of things I love, so this is me testing the waters, so to speak.

I hate posts like this, writing them, not reading them, because at least when I’m reading them, I feel moved to see someone trying to come out. Yet when it comes to myself, this just feels useless and forced, and that’s the total opposite of what I love about writing.

Sometimes doing counterintuitive things can be good for you, maybe I’ll grow from it, but I can never be sure anymore. I’m currently always battling myself when it comes to trusting my instincts, but I usually hate going outside of that box.

What I really need, more than anything in life, is a real life, genuine, actual friend. I haven’t been connecting for years now and I truly think it’s put me on this downward spiral I feel stuck on now.

Anyways, thanks for reading and understanding as always. Hopefully I’ll push something good out soon, but for now, this was a start, and we’ll just have to see where it goes.

Inside My Workout Binder

Exercise was never part of my life, if I’m being totally honest. It wasn’t until I found out about some of my physical conditions and I started going to physical therapy that I learned the importance of it. Being a mom now, I wanna make sure my daughter sees me working on my body so that she can grow up knowing how important it really is.