For the longest time all I ever did was just listen to other people as they would confide in me with their problems. I didn't even mind. I was good at it; a natural therapist. I wouldn't even bother to let them know I could relate because I wanted the conversation to solely be for THEM and for them to feel comfortable enough to want to vent and release that stress. Then, one day, I finally decided to be the talker and now I feel as if I've just become THE "talker." It felt good to be on the other side of the conversation and to be able to unwind as it was my turn to talk about what was on MY mind. However, I
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A lot has been going on and I haven't had the time to blog and I also felt as if I didn't know what I wanted to blog about, which ends up being the case about 80% of the time. Work has been stressing me out because they must believe that I have 10 arms and can do 20 things at once with the way they keep delegating every SINGLE task to me it seems. That's not really the post I want to be writing about, however, so I'm just going to move past that part. So, we have been busy with moving into a new place and I kind of, maybe unintentionally (probably purposely) stopped taking my medication for my bipolar
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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