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Well I am back now, and now I am done adding older poetry. (Thank goodness). I mean I have a few more I could add, but I don't want to because I don't like them. You know how when teachers make you write something you don't want to write, its never that good? Well, thats how it is with the rest I could put up but won't. So voila.
Now, to work! Let me write! Thank you all who have read my poetry. As always, feel free to comment on my poems. Criticism, as long as its constructive is always appreciated. (Meaning that I don't like comments like, "I just don't like it." Well, what makes you not like it)
Ciao!
Now, to work! Let me write! Thank you all who have read my poetry. As always, feel free to comment on my poems. Criticism, as long as its constructive is always appreciated. (Meaning that I don't like comments like, "I just don't like it." Well, what makes you not like it)
Ciao!
Mental Health - Don't be Ashamed to get help
Full disclosure: I spent almost two weeks in a psych ward. I won’t say where for the safety of the patients there with me. The greatest lesson I learned there though, is really something I already knew. But honestly isn’t practised much. Acceptance. We all were there because really all we wanted was someone to see the real us.
One woman stopped taking her meds and sunk deep into her depression, and then when she really someone the most, they wouldn’t answer her calls. Her neighbors cared enough to notice though and she ended up in the Behavioral Health Unit. She wasn’t one hundred percent when she went home, but she
I CAME OUT FINALLY!!!!!!!!
There are a lot of you who I would rather tell in person about this, but due to distance and my own social anxiety, not to mention my survival instincts--IE the ones that stem from being bullied and spending my youth in foster care--I find written word will tell my story better. So my apologies to those of you who I should have said this to in person, and you are finding out this rotten way. It is not that I think ill of you, but my own insecurities--which believe you me, I have MANY-- that I am not telling you on the phone, or in person, or even through some voice/video app.
I 'came out' a few months ago to my mother, when I had complete e
One year later
Just over a year ago, you all saw me start to realize my identity. Realize that I don't have to be female. Open that place deep within, and tug on the rope that kept the masculine tied up. I started out blaming it on PCOS, the medical condition that made me realize something was going on with me. That I needed to find my identity and my place in the world. I'm nowhere near 'transitioned' yet... I'm still learning, but I have come a long way in my progression.
Just to show you --
Oct. 26, 2016
Nov. 27, 2016
Nov. 27, 2016
March 24, 2017
June 10, 2017
June 11, 2017
June 27, 2017
August 11, 2017
August 20, 2017
August 22, 2017
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Devious Journal Entry
WHAT WAS YOUR:
1. Last beverage: Dr. Pepper
2. Last phone call: probably husband
3. Last text message: husband (no one texts me :( )
4. Last song : Probaby a Lady Gaga song
5. Last time you cried: not long ago
HAVE YOU EVER:
6. Dated someone: Yup
7. Been cheated on: I don't think so.
8. Kissed someone & regretted it: Nope
9. Lost someone special: Yes. Though that's more the physical loss of death. But friendwise, others might have said they were special, but I wouldn't say I've lost anyone special. There was a time I might have thought some of the people in my life were special, and regretted losing them, but really they weren't
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