I’m not okay, and I know it’s okay to not be okay, and I’m being patient and accepting of the not-okay. It’s been hard, though,
Resume writing is the pits. I jokingly posted on Facebook the other day, “Resumes are the worst. Fourteen years in a job and I’m like,
I still have conversations in my head with the exN a lot. (exN = the narcissistic ex-partner, otherwise referred to as, “the Narcissist.”) Often, I
Some folks are able to sit with their thoughts and quietly come to conclusions and make sense of their life. I am the opposite of
I am drinking today and I know it’s out of loneliness. It’s one of those times where I’m completely content sitting at home in comfy
Remembered feelings often don’t match the realities written in the moment. Journaling holds one accountable, forces them to see what happened at any given time with greater clarity than could otherwise be achieved.