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I want to be able to blog, chill, eat what I want when I want, see friends and family. Not that I have many friends at the moment or entirely want any.
https://milaparks.wordpress.com/2023/06/29/what-i-really-think-i-want

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I want to be able to blog, chill, eat what I want when I want, see friends and family. Not that I have many friends at the moment or entirely want any.
https://milaparks.wordpress.com/2023/06/29/what-i-really-think-i-want

Keywords: A Little Help From My Friends
I want to help those who are not struggling learn how to more effectively serve those who are. I want to make you aware of how small things can sometimes be more appreciated than big things.
https://strokemanswoman.wordpress.com/2017/04/15/let-me-explain

Keywords: personal
When I was 21 years old, I met a boy in class. We embarked on a roller coaster of emotions that would span over eight years—a cycle of ending things and becoming friends, on and off. I wish to share this story because I believe it holds a valuable lesson: not to sacrifice for someone who doesn’t reciprocate your feelings. There are no rewards, no successes, and time lost that can never be reclaimed. I struggled mentally for this man, at times doubting if I would survive. I often felt unsafe.
https://afriendorfoe.home.blog/2024/05/13/new-chapter

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When we took the 1970’s motorcycle trip to Ralph’s farm with our friends and we got the room with the single bed. And we didn’t come out for days except to use the bathroom and to get an occasional bit of sustenance because we were discovering ourselves as lovers after our months of friendship. We wound up being perfect for each other and we burned with passion and couldn’t get enough of us. Everyone else on the trip, including our hosts, made our hedonistic behavior part of the lore of that farm. The couple who were like ghosts, covered in sweat, physically entwined and so zoned into each other that we never experienced anything but ourselves for those days. Yes, when we were legendary.
https://reneerocks.blog/2025/02/01/when-we-were-legendary

Keywords: desteni, Equal Life, La Grua, Mind Consciousness System, personality removal, seven year journey to life
The way I perceive I’m supposed to write is, highly articulately, didactically structured, and in a focused manner so as the readers sees where I’m going, gets the point and learns something. Well, I’m the reader, and the point is that within and as me as the mind is a lot fragments and they’re all over the place – it’s really messy; my fingers and keyboard are my broom, and the screen for this mess is the dustpan and garbage bag. Thoughts of going out with others, going for a drive over the mountains, it’s garbage – most of it. Why, because when these thoughts come up there is a feeling associated with them that perhaps I should be doing this kind of stuff, it’s what I used to do and I still can do, so why not do it – get away from the keyboard for a while. I’ll tell me why. Because it’s not me wanting to do these things; it’s not an expression of me that says “I’m going to go to the beach because that’s what I’d enjoy doing right now or tomorrow.” Honestly, it’s not what I enjoy doing right now or what I want to do. Right now and over the last several months and off and on for a long time now, this process of sitting in front of my computer, studying, investigating, writing, etc., is what I’ve decided to do, and so shall I continue doing so until I start to see what else it is that I am able to do to assist myself and all as me to free ourselves from our self-imposed prison cells of slowly but surely disintegrating into nothing or perhaps another cycle/season of Lost in Hell. Hell is, not being here in absolute control of self. Hell is not being absolutely self-directed in every moment and knowing with absolute certainty which direction I am heading and why I’m heading in that direction. Hell is being trapped into and as a mind of which I have not control over. Bliss is ignorance, and my goal is to remove this “bliss” from existence, wake up those who didn’t or don’t want to know; welcome to Hell. I must say that I feel better already; that pit in my stomach is just about gone.
https://thomaslagrua.wordpress.com/2012/10/12/day-57-hell

Keywords: Becoming Healthier , Health and Wellness
Why I love my therapist… first she can’t tell people what I say. I don’t need to worry about rumors or my words getting twisted. Secondly, If the relationship ends its not because I was a bad friend or because they didn’t agree with a choice I made for my own life. Odds are my insurance doesn’t cover it anymore or I can’t afford it, or they changed places. Third reason… We do it over the phone now. I don’t need to worry about going to some place and taking more time out of my crazy schedule that I don’t really have. I have almost zero time for myself. This makes it easier. Last but not least when I tell my therapist certain things her emotions don’t get wrapped up into my problems. When I tell her how my boyfriend treats me… there isn’t an extra layer of anger in her response.
https://motherhoodandanarchy.wordpress.com/2023/08/04/i-could-never

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I do wonder, what if I have out grown the person that once inspired me, and I am the one that takes the lead. Would it affect my feelings an and relationship/friendship ? It seems as though I cannot accept anyone that’s ‘weaker’ in certain aspect compared to me. Hmmm … I don’t think I will really know till the time comes.
https://fattyfitters.wordpress.com/2024/06/02/02-06-24

Keywords: Just Life , age , best friends , children , dailyprompt , dailyprompt-1811 , family , friendships , growing up , life , living , mental health , parenting , physical health , relationships , spiritual health
I’m the first to admit, the older I get the less I care about what others think. It has taken me a long time to get to this realization, but I have finally achieved it. However, I haven’t always been the one to not care what others thought of me, and to get past that, it was hard. SO VERY HARD.
https://motherhoodunapologetically.wordpress.com/2025/01/06/we-dont-live-forever