Sometimes a different me comes out. It’s like I’m a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man. If you were to see me from a friend’s perspective, they’d describe me as somewhat different, maybe even revved up or more fun. They’d say: She’s not your average everyday Iris. She doesn’t sleep that much, yet she wants to do a dozen things at 4 a.m. She chatters without stop and is more than ready to take unnecessary risks. She thinks no one notices when she sneaks off and hooks up with a different guy each night. There’s talk of developing apps and changing the world with a fabulous new ...
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Be brave enough to be grateful
I had an interesting thought yesterday that seemed worth writing about today. I know I've been through a lot of hard things. Even this year has been marked by my grandmother passing away, hospitalizations, and disappointments galore. Last year was a complete doozy, as well. But there were so many good moments in between. I got to thinking... my life has been truly lived. Much like how my favorite pair of Chuck Taylors are ripped, faded, and glued together in random places... those shoes have been everywhere with me. They've been to the Giza pyramids and the Eiffel Tower. I treasure those ...
Asking for Help
Before deciding to go ask for help, I got overwhelmed. I hit a point where I knew no matter how much work I did on my own, I was flailing at best. I was trying everything I could, and many of those things were not working out. It was very discouraging because the more positive I tried to be, the worse things got. I hit my breaking point near Christmas time. Going to a VA hospital was out of the question, because I actually wanted to get better instead of being managed instead of treated. I wanted to be more than stable and feel alive, instead of feeling so overwhelmed that I wanted to ...
