Greetings From A Squiggly Mind
Just some very random ruminations from the depths of my squiggly mind……..
December 13th was like any other day in my house. Well, maybe it was even a little lighter than any other day in recent history. I wasn't bogged down with the sadness and guilt that's been slowly eating at me every day for the past year. I wasn't dwelling on the fact that my dad... Continue Reading →
My house is currently upside down. It's a disaster. Clean clothes need to be folded. Dishes need to be washed. Beds need to be made. Toilets need to be scrubbed. The current state of my abode is just a metaphor for the entirety of my life at this moment in time. And this post is... Continue Reading →
a·buse verb /əˈbyo͞oz/ 1. use (something) to bad effect or for a bad purpose; misuse. synonyms: misuse, misapply, misemploy; More 2. treat (a person or an animal) with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly. synonyms: mistreat, maltreat, ill-treat, treat badly; More This morning has started the same way every other morning has for... Continue Reading →
I can not get my head on straight this morning. It's a morning of sadness, anger and fear. It's a morning of mourning. Hell, it's been a year of mourning. And I am ready for it to be done. We're coming up on the one-year death date for my dad. On December 17th it will... Continue Reading →
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Some days I understand why some animals eat their young. My youngest daughter is one of the most stubborn, quick-tempered, dramatic people I have ever met (nothing like her mother at all 😉 ). She has a tendency to over-react when things are not perfectly in... Continue Reading →
I haven't had it in me to write about my brother and the experiences that surround his passing since my last post. I am the queen of avoidance coping, what can I say? I feel like the record needs to be set straight; however, regarding the details of his death. Some of the things we... Continue Reading →
I want to write about my brother. I have no idea what there is to say. My brother was found, unresponsive, in a public restroom with drug paraphernalia around him. He had one shirt, one pair of shorts, two shoes, his prison ID and a dollar on him when he was found. He had none... Continue Reading →
Greetings From A Squiggly Mind 