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Stories from my memoir that couldn’t be included in the final version but merit being shared just the same.

The Gift of Time

The Gift of Time

I loved my cat, Othello. I’d been his human for many years and I think it’s safe to say he trained me. Towards the end of his life I would understand the meaning every meow, chirp, and purr he uttered. If I sat down to read or watch TV, he’d jump up on my lap and rub his head against me before curling up in a ball by my side. He was my baby and I needed him as much…

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A Laughing Matter

A Laughing Matter

Not long ago I got my first smartphone at the age of 39 1/2 – THIRTY-NINE AND A HALF! It was good timing, though, because my self-esteem had just climbed to a new high as well. Yes, I’ve finally learned to love myself and am ready to share who I am with the world! I don’t mean here. Granted, I’ve been vulnerable on the internet for years and I admit, not being able to see my audience face-to-face makes that…

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Facebook Friends: Part 2

Facebook Friends: Part 2

10 February 2014 ….Thanks again, FB friends, for listening to me whine. I’m so glad you’re here. You’re so much better than a diary. My personal Facebook writings during my 10 years on the platform all but replaced the traditional diary for me. In fact, the last diary I finished from cover to cover began in January of 2015 and ended in September 2018 (almost a month after going quiet on Facebook).  I covered a lot of topics in my…

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Facebook Friends: Part 1

Facebook Friends: Part 1

My decade of seeking and understanding Facebook friendships through the lenses of my mood disorder and personality disorder. I suppose I’ve held the same idealized view of friendship since childhood when I thought I could be everybody’s friend. Though this isn’t the place to delve into why friendship for me was placed on such a high pedestal so early on, I do know my self-worth was somehow entangled in the need to be liked. So I tried to practice the…

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Something’s Gotta Change

Something’s Gotta Change

It’s 2019 and this year I’ll be 39! Not really a big deal I guess. I mean, it seems like after age 21, the only birthdays that are socially acceptable to go all-out for are the decade ones. This year, however, is the 10th anniversary of something, though I don’t think it’s worth celebrating. Let me explain. As of this year, it’ll have been 10 years since I began receiving disability income for what was supposed to have been a temporary…

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