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2017 is the year of recovery

ShareDRUG ADDICTS SHOULD BE LEFT ON THE STREET TO DIE WHEN THEY OD BECAUSE THERE ARE MORE “DESERVING” PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO PAY FOR MEDICATION. —— Get your attention? THAT is what your posts say when you complain that drug addicts are...

I’m turning in my black card

ShareI am so terribly sick of being black.  There, I’ve said it. I’m tired of being a POC, I’m tired of having people refer to me as a POC.  I’m tired of trying to understand what my status as a person is anymore.  I’m tired of the...

Kicking and screaming all the way to the door

ShareToday I visit my son in the last place… or one of the last places that any mother would want to visit their child, no matter how old they are.  I’m going alone and I’m scared.  I’m scared that he will hate me, that it will irrevocably...

What the hell is BUTT HURT?

ShareIS IT REALLY A THING?? That’s not really a thing you know, it’s just something someone mean made up, it’s a way to say that you have no right to be hurt by whatever it is that is hurting you. Yes, you guessed it,  I’m writing a blog about...

I approve of this lifestyle choice

ShareWell, I’ve been on here for a couple of months now, and I’m going to lay it on the line as it were, consistency is not my strong suit. I’m sure I’m not alone when I say I’ve been heavy my entire life… or at least as far back as...

Face-to-Facebook

ShareFacebook is so quiet without you. Facebook is overrated Facebook is addictive When I decided to deactivate my facebook, I didn’t really understand what exactly that meant. I didn’t realize that it would undermine my confidence in myself. I had no idea...

Has anyone seen my sanity?

ShareSo I disabled my facebook. I didn’t do it right away like I said I would. I kept it online to keep in contact with my son as he didn’t give me any other options for contact. The issue with this is that it defeats the purpose of not using...

Something old, yet so so new

ShareI wrote this super big, super awesome post and then I deleted it… on purpose. I was planning this huge message that talked about all my reason for everything going on and yet I find myself not wanting to say the things that I was saying… Instead I...

I remember

ShareWhen I think of him, I feel him in my stomach. I feel his feet pushing up under my ribs, making it hard to breathe. I sense his desire to be out in the world, learning and growing. I feel his impatience in the pain of contractions. I see him there in front of me,...

Funny how some things are mine

ShareFacebook world… I am going through a tough time right now. I am not always wanting to share what is going on, but SOMETIMES i post a status message that isn’t my normal one… sometimes I may just post something a little cryptic and not really...