I did something I shouldn’t have tonight. I was on Facebook, creeped an old friend of mine. I read a note they had posted, which referenced me…which referenced our broken friendship. It stung to read it. Really stung. Honestly, it felt like it was happening all over again- the cold shoulder, the lack of explanation, the anger my friend radiated my direction…all of it came rushing back. This happened four years ago. Four years and it still hurts like it happened yesterday. I could literally feel my heart wrenching, twisting in pain and shock of the unexpected. One of the hardest parts to understand is how it happened, and why. I still don’t have answers. I hate not having answers. It causes me to be anxious. I like knowing what is what, and why. If someone is mad or happy or sad with me I want to know, and I want to know why. I start to doubt them, and sometimes in turn myself, if they don’t s...
Progressive thoughts challenging society and my own mind. Why does the world work the way it does? Can I change it? Can I provide perspective? Looking at anxiety, motivation, individuality, self discovery, and -of course- love. Take a glimpse into the inner workings of a young female's brain