Tag: Life

High Tolerance

Klonopin Klonopin (clonazepam) is a benzodiazepine. Clonazepam affects chemicals in the brain that may be unbalanced. It began in the 7th grade with strep throat and high blood pressure. Doctors couldn’t figure out why  I had stroke level numbers every time they strapped the cuff to my arm. One even told my Mama how she must be getting me worked…

Love Is Love Until It Isn’t

Love is love until it isn’t. When it’s no longer present in the heart or soul, we’re walking and talking with only emptiness making us whole. My eyes are trying to see the world but they can’t seem to grasp the slightest bit of understanding. Emotionless and void, working and earning, I am a woman completing every have-to-task bestowed on…

The Summer Of My Discontent

Every few months, I like to take stock of my life. It keeps things in order and allows me to set newer and higher expectations for myself. Those all important life questions flutter aimlessly through my mind, usually around 2 or 3 a.m. WHO AM I? WHAT AM I DOING? WHAT SHOULD I BE DOING? HOW CAN I BE BETTER?…

Crumbs

There are crumbs on my couch. Speckled flecks from a leftover dinner. There are crumbs on my floors. I stepped on a Cheerio. The force of my foot caused a whole piece to turn into dusty crumbs. When I walked by those tan particles, the wind from my movement caused those Cheerio crumbs to scatter. A life lived in crumbs. …

Seasonal Reincarnation

The tulips pushed through somehow breaking against the barriers of dried out, brown leaves. They were the first sign to life springing back into the world. My porch, half lit in sunlight, feels like a different place. The stinging cold is dissipating, and there is a warmth shining down on the gray painted floorboards. I am beginning to radiate happiness.…

one. kind. word. #1000Speak

In the end, what will I have left in this world? I hope to have left some great laughs and a few great memories. There may be tales about how one smile from a little girl could light up a room. Yet, ask me what I want people to remember? My words. I stood in the work elevator next to…

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