Sometime’s we aren’t afraid to say what we’re feeling or how we are coping because we’ve realized that the events of life past has made us who we are.
Every moment is a battle.
I want to confess something. I don’t get the whole Bruce Jenner hype.
I can not stand myself today. I sit here, fingers tapping on my desk, looking at a blank screen and wait for the words to come.
Recently I took two weeks off from Facebook. OK, technically it was only a sabbatical from my personal news feed. I continued to return messages from worried friends and interacted on my blog page.
Last week I had a health scare. I’ve had high blood pressure for over a year now and when I say high I mean 170s/120’s. I’ve been on medication for it this whole time Nothing has brought it down lower than 150’s/90’s. Usually I just get a headache and feel “off”. Last Sunday afternoon I woke up with severe chest pain and that scared me. I was also really out of breath and fatigued after getting dressed to go to the ER.
There’s a certain purgative quality to having your own space back after cohabiting with someone.
I want you to imagine for a few minutes that someone very close to you calls and says, “Hey, we need to talk as soon as you get a chance.”