Photo by cottonbro from Pexels Dear Air Force, It's been 9 years, 11 months, and 28 days since I became an Air Force wife. Now, just 2 days shy of 10 years, I am here to bid you adieu. We've had quite the streak, you and I. I know it's not much compared to military wives whose husbands …
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Actually Sane
Maybe the reason we get slapped with labels like “depression” and “anxiety” is because we aren’t blind. The world calls us mentally ill but maybe we are the only ones actually sane. We can see that life is complicated fucked-up and there is no cure. We can’t stop our ears to the cries of starving …
We Are All Losers
Lady Bracknell: Who were your parents?Jack: I have lost both my parents.Lady Bracknell: To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness.- The Importance of Being Earnest A List of Things That You Can Lose your mindyour keysyour phoneyour coolyour temperyour heartyour heada limba parenta childa …
Alone
My mental health has been rotten lately. The thing about depression and PMDD (and, I imagine, a lot of other mental health disorders) is that they tell you that you are alone, and then they make it happen. Imagine, if you will, that you have bombs going off in your brain. (Matt Haig in his …
A Christmas Blessing
May the light that shone over Bethlehem pierce through our darkness and show us the path of Love. May the anthem of peace thundered by the heavenly choirs guide us, not towards the passive expediencies of peace-keeping, but the active, difficult work of peace-making. May the joy of Simeon and Anna upon seeing the Promised …
I am a racist
I grew up in a white bubble. I was born into a middle-class family of Irish, German, and Czech descent, both sides of my parents' families settled in the USA for multiple generations. We lived in a middle-class white neighborhood in Colorado Springs, and we went to a PCA church with more than a thousand …
Here I Go Again…
I'm turning 30 in a couple of months, and that seems like a decent enough excuse to start a new blog. I thought about getting a tattoo, but once again flinging my thoughts out into the world seems like a slightly less painful form of self-expression. Not that I don't like writing– I've been writing …
Meredith Muddles 