Keely's BlogI started a blog so Sam's friend Larry would get off my back about my long Facebook posts. Also because I wanted to.
One of my favorite people on the planet has a very grown up job. She does data science for a company worth approximately a gazillion dollars and does quite well for herself.
“I found your wedding song!” My friend Lauren bursts through the door with this news.
Yesterday, for the first time ever in my entire life, I manifested something.
As a middle aged female of the Homo sapien species (subspecies: basic), I quite enjoy baths.
Recently, I had a full on emotional breakdown. Yes, a full on one. Not the kind that I have four times a week where life is too lifey and I just need to shed a few tears or eat a pack of raw cookie dough and take a few hours off human-ing.
“You know what I want to read about? How it’s okay to have 11 years in recovery and still want to kill yourself sometimes.”
“What a coincidence,” I respond. “You know what I want to write about? How it’s okay to have a lot of time in recovery and still want to kill yourself sometimes!”
“It would be unethical for me to do so. You need to stop looking for the ‘right’ med & instead focus on changing your life.”
Unfortunately, I’m on the floor of that bathroom, clinging to the toilet while I dry heave. Even more unfortunately, I’m not a guest at the hotel. I work there. As such, I’m hidden away in the most remote public bathroom on the property, praying that no one else enters.
It happened the way it does for a lot of us: a friendly adult smiled down at me & said, “What do you want to be when you grow up Keely?”
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