This sucks. Going to be really honest. This has sucked no matter who you are, what ‘side’ you’re pidgeon-holed into because people love their lables, and no matter what personality type you are. Maybe the cure really is worse than the problem.

I understand. The things you are afraid to say, the horrible things you are thinking about yourself, and the guilt you feel over still wanting something that you know won’t work. The humiliation and the fear. The fear at what you are supposed to do now. Let me give you hope in the truth.

I have a theory. And if you bear with me, it might make it as easy as it has made it for me to forgive people their cruelties and emotional abusive behavior…whether it is work, school, family or spouse.

Have you ever been around someone who just enough was never enough?

Here’s a few things I realized I had learned since my bygone days…feel free to add to it…as I will be adding to it as I think of them.

I have learned…

What if the reality you are in…isn’t reality. What if the situation you are in is not what you think it is…but your perception is telling you something completely different because you are actually IN the situation. It’s all you know. Something different seems immoral…seems wrong…because in this reality you have all the answers you need to survive.

My adopted brother asked me if I ever get scared of being broken again. He came to us as a foster and my mom adopted him and some of his siblings a few years ago. He’s been broken. My throat kind of constricted. And I said…

We were talking yesterday at the CoWorking Center about faith. How faith is like a marathon. Sometimes things are great because your relationship with God is incredible, and sometimes it’s shaky because things are happening that you don’t understand. But it’s a marathon. You keep putting one foot in front of the other even …

Had a Lyft passenger that got in the other day and asked where were all the good single women in Lima, and that he was going to start looking in Columbus because all the women here were no good.

After i picked my jaw up off the floor…

Who doesn’t dream of ding dong ditching the wicked boss at the office or early morning work alarms? I know I did. But fear is a powerful little demon monkey that hangs on your back…

I’m breaking up with you.

I’ve had it up to here with you, Guilt. You talk down to me. You make me feel like I don’t deserve to take care of myself. And you are mean. You aren’t just mean, you are cruel.

It was one of those things that I didn’t know I would miss until I was running away…or maybe I was walking slowly with my eyes already on what was next. I don’t know…I just know I’m left with this feeling of emptiness where you were.

You consumed me inside and out, tormented me with the idea of what you might think of me

Then they asked, on video, if I thought college was important for every student. I hesitated. I know the answer that’s been shoved down my throat. I know the answer that prompted past bosses to treat me differently.

I know the answer I’m supposed to say…