Tag: trigger warning
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When the voices whisper…
I realized something Monday morning… I am more depressed than I was. Or am. It has been brewing for a while, just how long, I am not sure. The past few weeks have been a bit of blur. It started some time after or around my birthday. Writing my memories kept me going and gave…
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Memory #6: Accident
Warning: This post is hard. Probably the hardest yet. It is about my niece’s accident from when she was two years old. As I’m writing the warning, I’m almost in tears. There are two events in my life, this one and one with my youngest nephew that I cannot mention without crying. It was the…
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Memory #15: Just breathe!
My second nephew was born in the fall of 2004. I didn’t have much opportunity to watch him the first year of his life, so when my brother and his partner asked me to look after him for their company Christmas party the following year, I was excited to welcome him (and my older nephew)…
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Memory #24: Darkness
I don’t remember when it started, it just always seemed to be there. Many would say I was generally pretty happy, but I think we become very good at putting on a ‘face’ to the world. We have expectations placed upon us that we must live up to, no matter the cost. I was expected…
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Memory # 26: Erin (Memories with in a memory)
I was fourteen when I met Erin. She was amazing. Far too cool to be dating my brother. Tall, beautiful, so cool, with black lace, Madonna-esque high heeled shoes, she breezed into our house, coming to meet us for dinner the first time. I was stunned! SHE WAS SO COOL. She worked at a car…
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Memory #47: Loss
When I was twenty-one, rather by accident, I was told I would never have my own children. Having gone in for something completely different, learning this news was not something I was expecting to hear. It was hurtful, sad news – I knew I wanted children, not then, but one day. That possibility had just…
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Memory #48: Facing failure
My first failure came when I was 12 or 13 years old. I’m sure I’d had small failures prior to this, but this particular ‘fail’ was, in my mind, unfair and unjust. What was it?
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Memory #50: Running on instinct
When I was 15, I ran away from home. Troubled, afraid, lonely, and seeing no way out of what was bothering me, I needed out. Out of my skin, my life, and the (perceived) mess I was in. I felt fleeing everything was the most viable option for me.
The Voices In My Head 