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Comfortable in My Own Skin...: The joy of Insomnia
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Comfortable in My Own Skin. Monday, September 1, 2008. The joy of Insomnia. So I did it. I passed my nursing boards. The job I was originally hired to work for (and soo excited! Held my position. It's weird because it's almost as if i blinked and my biggest fear/ nightmare all through nursing school came true the day I failed. Now it's as if i blinked again and everything came back. So my life should be good, happy and all right? 160;Why am i just now starting to have this fear again? December 1, 20...
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Comfortable in My Own Skin...: My work this week is to focus on being strong...
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Comfortable in My Own Skin. Saturday, June 14, 2008. My work this week is to focus on being strong. At the end of therapy today I was told to try to start believing that I am strong. The only thing holding me onto the belief that I am a survivor and am strong right now is this poem-. Still I Rise- Maya Angelou. You may write me down in history. With your bitter, twisted lies,. You may trod me in the very dirt . But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?
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Comfortable in My Own Skin...: June 2008
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Comfortable in My Own Skin. Saturday, June 14, 2008. My work this week is to focus on being strong. At the end of therapy today I was told to try to start believing that I am strong. The only thing holding me onto the belief that I am a survivor and am strong right now is this poem-. Still I Rise- Maya Angelou. You may write me down in history. With your bitter, twisted lies,. You may trod me in the very dirt . But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?
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A Broken Childhood: March 2011
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A story of survival. and perhaps more. Sunday, March 13, 2011. From Darkness to Light. After a long break, I decided to start blogging again. Why? I am not sure exactly. I do however know that there is plenty of stuff that has changed. Given the life changes, I figured I should make changes to my blog too. I hope to focus on the happy stuff as much as I did on the broken. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Raped, Lost and Alone. JewBu Quest: From Abuse to Happiness.
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A Broken Childhood: August 2007
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A story of survival. and perhaps more. Wednesday, August 22, 2007. It is very pathetic that I should attach so much importance to such a silly thing and feel so much sorrow and disappointment when it didn't happen. I'm completely unable to control my automatic thoughts at this point. They seem to be thrashing and threshing any defense I try to mount. Nope, not a chance for me now. The flood gates are open. Mr. Depression is at my door now. I'm off to yoga. may be that would help. Links to this post.
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A Broken Childhood: September 2007
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A story of survival. and perhaps more. Saturday, September 29, 2007. Homeless I wander,. A Promise of happiness,. Filled with safety,. An embrace of serenity,. That is a cradle of care,. When did I leave Home? Where is my home, Mother? Inter me into your bosom. A full 6 feet under,. Keep me safe within,. For me to experience freedom. For me to feel at Home. Links to this post. Thursday, September 20, 2007. Where is that dark side of me? Thanks Karma for your comment. I really appreciate it. If someone as...
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A Broken Childhood: December 2007
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A story of survival. and perhaps more. Sunday, December 2, 2007. Should I continue the facade? How much longer should I keep my parents in the blind? Shouldn't I be known for who I'm, instead of hiding behind a mask? At the same time, do I need to put them through the stress of this? What purpose does it serve anyways other than putting them through a lot of misery? Sure there is something to be said about voicing my inner thoughts, but I've done enough of that to my T and here (special thanks to Karma.
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A Broken Childhood: June 2007
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A story of survival. and perhaps more. Sunday, June 24, 2007. Three days ago, on Thursday, I woke up from a dream feeling jealous because in that dream my ex, א, was hanging out with someone else. While I knew it was just a dream and just my own creation, it didn't go away. I had to really fight it. I've been thinking about it. Jealousy runs in my family. my dad, my mother, my granddad! Can I ever overcome this? PS: I was talking to א earlier today and she told me that she was, "just hanging out", today&...
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A Broken Childhood: February 2008
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A story of survival. and perhaps more. Tuesday, February 12, 2008. Living in the "present". Well Karma, you last comment got me thinking. Here is what I've so far. This started as a reply comment, but the length of it made me put it out as a separate post of its own. From a Buddhist perspective, it is about accepting the present for what it is, I agree. But accepting/learning involves knowledge of the past and the future; and perhaps even an intuitive understanding of impermanence. Links to this post.
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A Broken Childhood: Why can't I post?
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A story of survival. and perhaps more. Saturday, April 19, 2008. Why can't I post? I hate myself. I never seem to post when things are manageable. Now that I'm back to feeling overwhelmed, I want to post. Why? I'm desperate for a hug. Goddamit. why the f* * do I still love א? Why the f* * can't I be strong? Why the f* * do I have to go back to India? Why the f* * do I have to answer questions about my marriage? Why the f* * do I have to hide who I'm from my so-called family? View my complete profile.
