Tag Archives: strength

It’s Hard, Friends

Woke up at 1:15pm today in the basement of a friend’s house. Got up, showered, ate cereal, sketched and read, and somehow three and a half hours passed until I was back in bed for a nap. Took said nap … Continue reading

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Stuck In My Head: Chapter #5,080

I am sitting here, in a friend’s home, writing and trying to breathe easy. Life has not been easy, but maybe I will get cut a little slack when it comes to my breath. So as I breathe, I look … Continue reading

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Paint And Macaroons (For When The Going Gets Rough)

Yesterday I wrote and explained, while quite frazzled, how my depression and anxiety were spiking so much that I could hardly focus on properly constructing sentences. Somehow, though, I managed to properly construct enough sentences to get my message across … Continue reading

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Sand and Haze

Sitting here in Starbucks, I am really wanting to work on one of the more intellectuals essays I have drafted recently. But unfortunately, I just do not have the brain juice to do that right now. I continue to move … Continue reading

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The Ninth Doctor (no, not Christopher Eccleston)

In an hour, I will be in an appointment with the 9th doctor I will have seen in these past 3 or so months. I have come to dread doctor’s appointments. What they typically represent to me is a feeling … Continue reading

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Letter To Myself On A Bad Day

Dear Tanya, I hear your crying and I feel your anger. I see the strength that you run with and I see the moments when your hope falters. I see it all and I feel it all with you. Know … Continue reading

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Into The Wild, Where The Silver Linings Live

When the going gets rough (and it usually does after another disappointing doctor’s appointment), it is good to be reminded of where my passion for pushing forward comes from. Why when I cry, I acknowledge my brokenness and then pick … Continue reading

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