My Abusive Relationship

I found one of my "Arizona journals" yesterday which I haven't read since I moved home in 2014.  This one was started in 2013 during the year before I moved home, the day after I turned 27.  It had some really great moments and it felt good seeing myself with an inner light, even though …

Major Changes

I write when I'm frustrated, which kind of creates a seemingly "negative content" sort of blog, but I'm not a pessimist in any way.  I genuinely believe in kindness for the sake of kindness and I think that life is really funny, even when tragic things happen. I think people take life way too seriously.  …

I finally got a piece of the pie

It's 3am and I am trying to process the last couple of days.  I'm still not on speaking terms with my aunt.  She came by today to get my grandmother's things to move into her new memory care facility.  I worked my first job at 10:30 and left for my second one at 1:45 and …

Family Break-up Part II

So I’m on Day 2 of my blow-up with my aunt.  We haven’t spoken, I didn’t respond to her last message, and I’m sure she has called everyone she knows and completely validated her self-pity from the sympathy of others, therefore fueling her “rightness” in our entire disagreement.  It sounds like I’m bitching and validating …

I broke up with my family today

And as dramatic as that sounds, it was right in the middle of epically dramatic and anti-climatic. Here's the skinny: I've have lived with my grandmother with dementia for 4 years and have been her primary caregiver, along with my brother.   Luckily, she is set up to FINALLY go into an assisted living/memory care facility …

Speeking American

Being a boarder state, Texas has a lot of Mexicans in the DFW metroplex.  It's a solid 9,000 square mile melting pot of every demographic.  People don't think of Dallas and Fort Worth as a cultural hub, but any religion you partake in, you can find somewhere to worship locally. The same goes for food, which is amazing. …

Pack-up the Pity Parade

So the last 2 nights, I was semi-suicidal.  Honestly, that might be one of the most ridiculous sentences I've written in the entirety of my adulthood. But, it's the truth all the same. In my youth, I always had an infatuation with Sylvia Plath; I would be lying if I said that flame burned out entirely.  She was the author that …

But am I REALLY 33?

I have a bit of a problem with authority.  Not the "fuck the po-leece" type.  I actually don't mind most police officers.  If I had to work a thankless job each day with people hating me for a uniform and treating me like shit for other people being assholes, I probably wouldn't have much patience …

Getting Mamaw High

My grandmother is 86-years old and is in a later stage of dementia. As far as self-care, forget it.  She'll go days without showering unless demanded to shower because at some point, dementia causes some weird aversion to showering. She doesn't brush her hair, she washes her bacon-stripped underwear in the sink and leaves it hanging on …

Getting to Know Me

So bear with me with this bumpy start to a blog. I've started blogs many times and get locked into expectations that aren't even there. I feel like everything has to be a certain way and entertaining, when the truth is, you don't know me, don't care about my opinions at all, so who cares, …