How can you listen to a song a thousand times, know every single word, every pitch change. How can you sing it at the top of your lungs at every red light you hit since you started driving, but on that thousand and first time you hear it the meaning behind the song finally comes and you break down crying, sobbing. Understanding finally coming? How? After all these years? Perhaps because your finally living the song?
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So apparently I'm not as tech savvy as I thought....my wordpress has an about section that I either; A: forgot about or B: didn't know was here. Soooooo I'm going to fill in some gaps! I am a 35 year old woman, mother, wife, daughter, sister, etc all the typical roles apply. Whatever, I am by nature a very sarcastic individual mainly because of repression of emotions, not out of fear, but out of simplicity. I'm not going to get all "Sigmon Freud" about it, but that's how it seems to summarize itself. I have recently been diagnosed with severe anxiety, yay freaking me. I refuse to take medication because all of the medications have addictive properties....uh no fugging thank you. I do not want to be a drug addict mid life thanks doc. So what are my options? Counseling....seriously....I repress shat....I mean give me a fugging break...if I repress shat for 20 years do you think I'm just gonna open up to some strange man face to face? Hello NO! Anti-Depressents --- I think this falls into the---f**k medication category. Journaling....this is doable. A friend suggested blogging...they were like hey you should blog and save a tree, it's not like anyone reads that shat anyways. So here we are. On a blog site that was already created for shats and giggles. Now I'm actually going to use it. So I'm asking for forgiveness in advanced.....I will vent here, I will ramble here, I will seemingly talk to myself here, and if you stumble across my page...be gentle...I have a ton on my plate. Laters View all posts by kifycarmai