Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
Something I only briefly discussed in my book, Dissed & Pissed, was an assault I experienced. This is the story in its entirety. When I was a junior in high school, I worked with a guy who was a senior. My coworkers (also mostly teens) and I never knew what to expect from him, because... Continue Reading →
The post title goes with the season, but it also fits what’s been on my mind. At the end of my post Sobriety & Isolation, I mentioned being haunted by mistakes. Imagine objects halfway buried in beach sand. The tide comes and goes, pushing the sand, eventually burying the objects completely so they’re unseen. Over... Continue Reading →
Writing Another Creepy Nice Guy unexpectedly dredged up some strange emotions I’m unsure I can properly describe – except feeling utterly creeped out. Given my age and inexperience, I’m certain there were red flags I would see now that I couldn’t see then. I would imagine some of the red flag behaviors were overlooked, maybe... Continue Reading →
When I was in my early 20s, I worked as a secretary for a large company. Even though we had about 100 employees, not a single guy there piqued my interest – until one came in as a temp. About 10 years older, he was a pilot fresh out of school, and his appearance caught... Continue Reading →
A few people that know me personally but haven't seen me in years and read my blog have expressed to me in the past that I need to stop going after “bad boys.” I found their comments odd, because I don’t date bad boys and never have. Are they visualizing me with some bad-boy biker... Continue Reading →
This is a story I hadn’t thought about in many years. During my early 20s, one of my friends introduced me to a “nice guy” she knew. (In hindsight, all of my friends had poor taste in men and had no business setting up anyone.) Nice Guy was a year or two younger than me,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes during self-therapy writing, emotions come up that I am unaware of. For instance, bringing up Biker Guy caused me to suddenly burst into tears a few times. Each time, it surprised me that anything was still there, because I thought I’ve already moved past it. I’ll take it as a sign that I’m still... Continue Reading →
While I was dating Biker Guy the last time, I posted Are you in a disposable relationship? I directed every issue mentioned in that post at him. He was aware of my blog, and when he asked if something was wrong, I told him he might want to do some reading. He assured me it’s... Continue Reading →
By the middle of August last year, I was content being single, working on myself, started a new temp job, and minding my business, as usual. I knew moving on from Biker Guy would be easier this time, because he really showed what a shit head he is. I already faulted myself for giving him... Continue Reading →
I spent the entire week sick. Considering I rarely leave my house and have little contact with people, I don’t know how the hell I managed to celebrate the Fourth of July weekend with a stomach flu. Once that subsided, I received my second Covid shot, which made me ill with flu-like symptoms for two... Continue Reading →
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