Personal Journal
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There’s something wrong with me…
Ironically I think that there is plenty wrong with me, but I never see the one big wrong that it all adds up to… That I will jump so quickly for love. And not like some women (and men) who will fall for every flattery thrown their way, at least I can claim that much self-respect at this point in my life.
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Superstitions
I’m sad tonight. Not sad like a few nights ago, not sobbing sad, just quietly, tiredly sad. It’s starting to break all of us. Tonight I watched a grown man crumble, literally, his legs give out beneath him, fall to the ground on his knees and sob those wrenching sobs that steal your breath and make you wheeze. He is K’s partner. They have two children. They had talked about adopting a third.
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Links and Sorrow
I’m struggling. Some days I think I have hope, I feel the light, I know things will hurt and I also know I will survive and I will live and eventually I will thrive again. Then I have days… like today… when I can’t seem to stop crying. I hurt. Everywhere. I hurt, I hurt, I hurt. I sit down to write and I cry because I hurt and I don’t want to write and fail and be imperfect because that’s all I can ever do. So I sit and I cry on my journal and watch the ink run.
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Dying
These are the words of my best friend who has acute leukemia for the third time. He gave me permission to translate his words to English and to share them here.Â
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Child Wisdom
As my former partner and I were, today, trying to stumble our way through one of our first conversations since a painful and at times ugly parting of our romantic connection, his son was pouting over being denied (justifiably!) a particular sugary treat. Eventually the four-year-old crawled onto the bed beside his father and told him, “I’m mad at you, but I still love you.”
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