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My pen has been scraping across paper for the last 4 to 5 days. There’s nothing more glorious than when you break through a block and you can watch the words pour out of your fingertips. 

Maybe its the season? Every autumn I reminisce and reevaluate. Something about leaves falling, wood smoke, and chilly nights just does it for me. My journal, gifted to me by a friend, has lost at least 20 pages. Sitting by the fire, just emptying my mind as the smoke curls up into the night air. Whether its a hot cup of coffee with cream, or a cold beer, I’m there.. writing. 

On the off chance that rain is falling from the sky, I’ve found myself laying on the cold kitchen floor. The tinny sound of the rain coming through the windows and the snores of my child, finds me on my stomach with my coffee and stack of books. It’s a habit from my younger years, the cold tile, the hot coffee, and my journals, sketch book and scraps I’ve written on spread around me. It’s simular to the chaos of my thoughts, beating against my brain to layout on paper. 

It doesn’t matter where the thoughts turn. I write everything. Sometimes I’ll use a separate journal to put the more chaotic words. The raw emotion that seems to come out of nowhere, splashes across the pages. I don’t know where it comes from, but suddenly I’m drowning in it. Desperation, loneliness, emotional pain and fear. Love, gratitude, hope, appreciation. It just comes, and the only way it will leave is through my fingers. 

So the words have been coming, I hope they keep on burning thier way out. Its the best physical sensation to just pour out my mind.. and know theres that much more. 



One of the things I’ve been working on this year, is accepting and enjoying life around me instead of just beating my own ass to do better. I don’t think I’ll ever stop pushing so hard, but that’s not a bad thing in my eyes, I’m proud of how far I’ve come, and how much I achieve each and every year. What I was doing though, was essentially killing myself trying to make life “better” for my child, and of course the men who shall not be named. I lost touch with the simple things in life and only focused on the future.

Could I finish this project before the next one had to be started? Would I be able to move out of my town in 5 years? Would I be able to keep repairing my car, or should I be saving for a newer model? Could I be happy.. in the future? Thankfully, I realized that I had no concept of the present during the whole -get the crash cart, her heart cant go much longer- bullshit at the tail end of last winter. Facing mortality, yet again, kind of makes you re-evaluate everything.

Through spring this year, I started focusing on the physical and emotional “now”. [Insert Zen Bullshit Here] When was the last time I really watched a sunset? When was the last time I laid in bed and just listened to the rain? When was the last time I watched my daughter play in the sand, without worrying about tomorrow?

I couldn’t remember. The ache that had developed in my chest wasn’t just my literal broken heart (subnote: I guess I could blame that on he who shall not be named hahaha) it was the lack of feeling.. the lack of seeing.. the lack of being right in the moment. So I started trying to appreciate the little things, and enjoy simplicity, especially with nature, in all aspects.

Truthfully, it took a couple of months to be able to be in the moment without forcing myself to pay attention. Worries for the future would take up most of my thoughts until I made myself feel the breeze, or until I directed my focus to the sound of the wind through the new leaves on the trees.

The last month and change, I finally noticed I was doing it without thinking about it. I could watch the sun glint off of my daughters blonde hair and think only of that. I could play catch with my dog, and just enjoy it. I could again write about things (mostly in my physical journals) that I was living.. instead of just worrying about what I would have to live through.

There have been many realizations along the way. I had to learn to become comfortable with myself, I had to start accepting things I wasn’t happy with, with my own body. (Still a work in progress, my surgical scars still bother me). How can you enjoy the cool night air on your skin, if you can’t bare all of it? To be comfortable with my own thoughts, had to be comfortable with my own skin. Then I had to acknowledge what I was capable of, what I had actually achieved. It was like a first step for me, then it was time to face the rest of my demons.

I’m getting there. I can set aside the future, and enjoy the current moment. I can just listen to the sounds of my boots crunching over the leaves on the ground. I can just listen to the fire crackle in my backyard. I can watch my daughter dance around, I can just take part in her joy when we dance in the kitchen. I can just taste the woody notes in my favorite tea, or the tang of my beer with the sun overhead. I can just feel running my fingertips across someone’s lips, just feel their touch.

Life is unbelievable short. It’s over before we know it. I think what I’m getting at, is how important it is to enjoy the little things in life.. to actually live.. instead of just living. Of course I worry about tomorrow, I don’t think I’ll ever stop, but now, I can live in today too. So no day is ever “wasted”.

Time keeps flying..


Holy crap, it’s already August! Where did the summer go? Hell, where did the first 8 months of 2016 go? It’s almost time for school to start back up for my little one, and she’s not so little. She’ll be going into 4th grade this year, and it still feels like changing diapers and tying little tiny tennis shoes was just yesterday.

She’s super excited, I can’t blame her. She’s now at the age where picking out school supplies is super fun, as well as new school clothes. She’s looking forward to seeing all of her school friends again and is super excited to see who her new teacher is this year. Here I am, panicking because I have a 9 year old instead of a toddler. I have a 4th grader instead of a pre-schooler. Where did the years go?

Hell, time has flown for me too. In 9 years, I’ve been through 2 major relationships, I’ve bought a house, gotten sicker, and gotten better and all of the nitty gritty in between. It’s been one hell of a ride these past 9 years, hell, most of my life, but what I’ve made of my life makes me proud. It definitely has taken some hard work, and there’s a lot more work to do, but I’m where I feel I need to be at this point.

What’s next? I don’t know. I’m planning on some minor remodeling in my home, it’ll take time, but it’s all things I want to be done. Other than that, just planning on enjoying life a little bit more now. I have the peace I’ve been wanting, it’s about time I take advantage of it.

Going Down, Down, Down..


Now where did your minds go when you read that title? Unfortunately this blog isn’t about that. It’s more or less about dealing with anxiety and depression. Yes. I have both, and yes, I see a therapist as well as take medication to try and stabilize myself. However, it’s not a perfect fix, it never is. I still have down days, things get rough for me, and all I want to do is crawl into bed and hide under my blanket until I feel a bit more “normal”.

Normal. That’s funny isn’t it?

I’ve always been a fairly anxious person, pretty much as far back as I can remember anyway. I remember hiding my bed as a child and worrying about something I said months prior. Nowadays, I tend to get stressed out pretty quickly, and when I do, my mind finds things to worry about.. almost obsessively. Finances, my daughter’s sports/camp, work, friends, my chores. You name it, and I’m dwelling on it. This is the main reason I started talk therapy, which really seems to help.

However, I also deal with depression. Most days I function completely normally, hell, sometimes I don’t even notice it. Then other days (usually after having a string of anxiety-filled-days) it’s like I’m in a deep hole. Honestly, that’s the best way to describe it. It’s like being stuck in a deep, dark hole, and in my case, I know it’s depression, I realize my life isn’t horrible, and I realize whatever I’m throwing around inside of my head isn’t really a life-ending-you can’t do anything right-kind of thing, but I still can’t climb out of that damn hole. It’s so hard to explain it to people. Sometimes it changes too. Sometimes it’s a pity party for one, where I’m just feeling helpless after what I’ve been through (Crohns, Abuse, Divorce, Single Parenting). Sometimes it’s a creeping helpless feeling about things I’m worried about in the future… because my brain thinks that obviously I can’t do it/take care of it.

It’s infuriating. Having both anxiety and depression feels like your brain is trying to tear you in half. “If you don’t get out of bed and start working on this, we’ll fall behind, and then we won’t make the deadline” “Wait! Why even try? You know it’ll just get screwed some how and you’ll get your hopes up for nothing.” So you lay in bed berating yourself to get up, yet telling yourself to not bother. I want to tear my hair out just thinking about it.

I guess what really matters to me, is that I get through it no matter what. I have my good days and my bad days, but I always come out standing, and I make sure that everything is good in my daughter’s little world. I know I’ll make it through, and I know I can do it. It’s just the actually process of fighting through it that gets me.

So here I am, having a rough couple of days. I know it’ll pass eventually, and my outlook will be better. For the meantime, I just wanted to post something, just in case someone else reads it and finds that they can relate.. so maybe someone else doesn’t feel quite so alone.

Twas a 4 Day Weekend..


So today was the first day back at work after 4 days off. The prior week we also had a long weekend, and only worked 2 days. Lets just say it was a lot more needed than I originally thought. The stress from work and every day stuff had really been building up, and I hadn’t noticed how bad. So it was bliss. I could tell the difference while I was driving into work this morning, (Stevie goes in before me.. haha) I wasn’t making a list of the things I’d need to take care of, and my shoulders weren’t up to my ears. It was very fun, and very laid back and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Thursday, my family came over for the short one’s birthday, in addition to two of her friends. It was so relaxing just to chit chat, have some beers and grill (the new grill rocks!) while the kids tore around the yard. Noodle LOVES her new bike, and is having conniption fits over all her other toys and clothes. She had the biggest smile on her face the whole day! Birthday Number 9 was a success!

Friday was for relaxing. Just took care of some things around the house, and then Steve and I sat outside and had some beers with the neighbors. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, I adore that family. They are like my second family, and if they end up moving this year, I don’t know what I’m going to do without them.

Saturday we had Steve’s uncle and aunt over for more grilling. Noodle went and played next door and got spoiled. I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in a long time. Seriously, it was one of those laughing fits where you know there’s a distinct possibility that you might pee yourself. I absolutely adore his family so far, which is a bonus!

Sunday, we worked on the yard and garden. I had already planted, but I wanted to weed again, thin the radishes and put my tomato cages up. We cleaned and organized the shed, put my AC units in, and finished up the house. The end of the weekend was spent sitting on the deck for dinner and enjoying the beautiful weather. My little Noodle was at a sleepover, so it was a kid free evening too!

Seriously, it was a wonderful weekend. Between my daughter making me smile, and Steve making me smile, I don’t think I got grumpy at all (well except before my morning coffee, that’s a given). I can’t wait until our mini vacation next month, it’s going to be great.

I do have to say that I’m really happy with the way things are going with everything. The house, work, Noodle, my relationship with Stevie. Everything’s pretty smooth. It’s been a while since I’ve been consistently happy. I’m glad life took this turn, it’s about time. :)


Cheater Cheater – Bullshit Eater


You know I love social media. I have a Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and someone finally weaseled me into a Snapchat (which I’m still trying to figure out how to work.) and I love it. I can keep track of my far-away-move-here-now friends, as well as family I don’t see as often. I use it to store some of my pictures, and share the ones I really love with my friends.

However, these past few weeks have gotten on my nerves. Facebook has that “People You May Know” feature, that with the last update it is now in the middle of scrolling. It’s constantly pulling up two of my exes from a decade ago, as well as my most recent ex’s family. More of an annoyance than anything. Then, my most recent ex, you know the one who used me to get himself where he needed to be, then cheated on me and stole a lot of my shit, Ryan? Yeah that one… decided to follow me on twitter. Creepy. I texted him and he insisted that I was in the recommended people he follow.. so I looked, he follows like 20 people. Basically, he follows me, his mom and sister, and a bunch of news crap and sex accounts. Whatever. Not my deal, if he wants to look at the dumb shit I post, then sure!

Well then, back on Facebook a few days later, a girl named Sarah popped up in the “People You May Know” feature, but I couldn’t see any mutual friends. Her name looked reeeeeallly familiar. Then it clicked, Ryan had used MY Facebook to look her up a few times. When questioned about it, it was supposedly because his buddy was dating her… so it was needed to repeatedly look at her profile. Well, you know hindsight is a bitch, and we’ve all found out how much I got cheated on, so I figured, what the hell. Clicked her page and there he is. Looks like they’re together now.  I’m guessing she was one of the girls he cheated on me with.

Honestly? I’m not even mad. She looks sweet from her pictures, and took him off my hands, so have fun. It gets my mind thinking though over the past few days. Why do women help men cheat on other women (what happened to women sticking together?), and don’t they expect to be cheated on? I mean, it seems logical to me, if you help someone cheat on their significant other, do you really expect them to be faithful to you? Honest question. I’ve never been on that side, so I really don’t know.

That and I noticed that she has kids. I don’t know if she’s letting him around them or not, but has he told her he’s a sex offender? That she will most likely be investigated by DCFS for Neglect? If someone had told me that all in the beginning, I would’ve run for hills. Hell, for all I know, they’re living together and he’s still registering at his family’s house. I actually feel sorry for the girl, if I knew what I was getting into when I first met him I would’ve ran. Hell, it never even sank in towards the end that he’d never be able to do anything with the kids like graduations or parks… it’s the little things for me.

I thought I would’ve been upset or something similar when I figured out who he had cheated on me with, but nope. It’s just sorrow for this new girl Sarah (subnote: that would be 3 ex’s now who date girls named Sarah after me). I  hope he’s been honest with her, and doesn’t damn near ruin her life like he almost did mine. Lying is a tricky game, and one he’s going to eventually fuck up.

Either way, I need to find away to avoid that “People You May Know” section. Exes, bros from high school, and apparently side chicks are popping up way too quick.

















Growing Up and Getting Older


My little minion is turning 9 years old tomorrow. She’s been counting down to her birthday for weeks now, and now it’s almost here. I just can’t believe it, this year just flew by! I mean the school year was a blur, and it seems like it was just last summer. She can’t possibly be another year older can she??

She’s been through a lot in her little life, and has come out of it all a wise little girl. She is beyond her years in common sense, and understands things that most people don’t even touch on until their early adult years. That wasn’t in the plan, but I’m amazed at how she handles every day life and problems. I can’t wait to see the woman she grows into, but I’m aware that it’ll all fly by in the blink of an eye. This past school year she excelled at everything, consistently scoring higher than the average as well as her school mates. I am so incredibly proud of her, it’s borderline ridiculous. All I know is I’m about to have one hell of a smart 9 year old, instead of a smart 8 year old.

It’s cliche but time really does fly. I remember people telling me to enjoy every moment because the baby/toddler years will be over in an instant. It’s definitely true. It seems like just yesterday I moved into my house, and Noodle’s best skill was hauling diaper around the backyard. She went from this little thing, carrying around her scrunchies (her word for puff-a-lumps) everywhere to this leggy, spunky kid listening to punk rock and metal and demanding her own band t-shirts.  Where in the world does the time go?

She’s turning out to be such a great kid, kind, caring, smart, beautiful, with one hell of a sense of humor. When I look at her, even when she’s mouthing off (which she obviously got from me), I’m just in awe of the great little girl I’ve raised. I couldn’t be happier.


So for her birthday, we’re having family come over for dinner, cake and presents. The plan is a bike, roller skates, and some smaller stuff. We’ll see what I come up with. She’s been needing a new bike, the hello kitty one I got her 2 years ago is just awkward for her to ride.. so that’s the biggest present. She’s so excited, I just want to make it the best I can. Now to find the perfect ice cream cake! She’s also requested my German Pancakes for breakfast, so she’s got a game plan. I hope it goes well. Happy Birthday Noodle!