I can't bear to listen to the news for more than a couple minutes and I am thousands of miles away. Keeping up some level of optimism in the midst of such extremism and bullheadedness on all sides would seem hopeless.
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I can't bear to listen to the news for more than a couple minutes and I am thousands of miles away. Keeping up some level of optimism in the midst of such extremism and bullheadedness on all sides would seem hopeless.
I'm with Laura.
Shir, I wish you and yours strength and peace of heart. An old professor of mine used to say that every generation has reason to believe it will the last...and yet we persist. I pray that everyone you love stays save and that good sense prevails in this situation I cannot pretend to understand.
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Someone, I think it was one of my doctors, said that it wasn't unusual to stop early if you start early. I was 9
I'm boggled! I started at nearly 15. I thought that was normal for our generation.
I started around 12-13. 40 years of this.
ION, a bad case of the "why bothers" tonight. Weekends are the worst. Which is understandable, and it's only been 17 days, and I've got to give it time, but fuck that. I want my husband back, god damn it.
9 for me too.
I started at 11, almost 12.
And now that crying jag is done. Dammit. Smack upside the head out of nowhere.
I must remember that all legal and non-harmful coping methods are good things. Damned Puritans. Distraction is my friend.
Oh, Connie. Ambush crying attacks are the worst.
I cannot remember when I started. Am I supposed to remember that? I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
Oh, god, yes.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I only know about those from Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret. And the new editions of that book has that part rewritten, so that it talks about the adhesive strip pads, instead.