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Here we are about to step through the looking glass. Join me. Reflecting on the past 4 years I vacillate between anger, shame, regret and self loathing. I knew better. Every fiber of my being was telling me not to go down the rabbit hole and yet I did. 4 years and a 1/4 of…
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Its been a while since I have posted.. While this is a tale of my journey to Crazy and back. To stay current and in touch with my ones of readers I thought I would post some of my old stuff from a platform that no longer exists. Offer you some insight into who I…
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Before Crazy came into my life my life was routine. I was neither gleefully happy or wholy unhappy. I had distanced myself from my unhappy past. Interacting with family was limited to brief time periods and only in public locations. I was not going to be cornered, held hostage or gaslit any more. I had…
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The narrative discusses the struggles of helping a cousin overcome IV drug addiction while balancing family dynamics and personal well-being. The author reflects on their unexpected connection to drug dealers and the hardships faced during this challenging journey. Ultimately, it highlights the complexities of familial bonds and sacrifice, revealing deeper truths about support and vulnerability.
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Acceptance of rejection, allowing yourself space to grieve and moving on is all you can do
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Its been a minute since I have posted anything on this site. This site was going to be a victory page. A story about chasing crazy and winning. Its funny how we believe in our soul we can win every battle if we give it all we have. Its not true. Entering some battles is…
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In all relationships there should be compromise. Somehow there always seems to be a dominant and submissive partner. Being the person who believes what they are told and not what they see; I always believed relationships were a 50/50 proposition. Give and take – discussion and finding a middle ground, in a calm and rational…
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I have returned from my personal silent retreat. I feel confident, and restored. I have found pieces of me I was sure I had lost forever. I found a voice I forgot I even had. I remember being confident, fully aware and satisfied with who I wasn’t and what my life plan was. I truly…
Chasing Crazy 