Marching to a different drum

Who am I? Who is this person inside my skull? driving me to go go go? No time to rest No time to think No time to cry An endless flurry of activity to what end? Another day Gone. And for what? The dishes are done The dog’s been walked Every chore complete. But it... Continue Reading →


Me. No apologies.

Anyway, my therapist assures me that other people have these same insecurities and fears about themselves that I have about myself. And then there’s that quote admonishing us to “be kind, for everyone is fighting their own battle.” I suspect perhaps it’s possible, but I have my doubts.


Hating myself does nothing to motivate me to change. It just makes me feel shittier. You can’t hate yourself into changing. Believe me, I’ve tried.

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