Tag: Mental Health
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“You Have No Enemies.”
“You have no enemies.” my girlfriend said to me from across the cold patio… except at that moment, she was my ex-girlfriend. Four words. So simple. And yet… she pierced my life-long outer shell so precisely and entered the stony chamber of my heart. Ten Hours Earlier… A week ago, I had just come home…
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The Waiting Game…
Of course, I know what I mean by “The Waiting Game.” However, looking at the date of my last post, evidently, it also applies to me sitting my ass down to once again regale you fine folks with my thoughts on thriving beyond trauma. The last post doesn’t really count because I mostly just copied-and-pasted…
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A Book is Born…
Or at least, inseminated… Okay folks, this may be officially my laziest blog post yet. A writer-friend of mine as well as my beloved Tricia encouraged me to start writing a book. Yes, the wisdom of these fine people must surely be questioned because isn’t it bad enough I spew my salacious soliloquys online? Well,…
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Tackling Trauma
Oh no… he used the “T” word! Yes, young Bucky, I did. And here is your trigger warning for what may follow… Since this fucking blog represents itself as various rants regarding thriving beyond trauma, and I’ve written 40 some-odd (mostly odd) posts about that, perhaps we’re due to discuss this trauma business. There are…
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Surrender to Win
I used to have an AA sponsor who often said he was waving his little white flag. I’ve also heard that surrendering is not admitting defeat, but choosing to join the winning side. Now whether you want to be restrained or not by such social constructs as winning and losing (since we live in a…
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The Only Constant is Change…
In AA, I’ve heard some folks say the only two things alcoholics hate are things changing and things staying the same… Well, young Bucky, gird your loins ’cause some major shifts are a-happening! And of course, music always heralds the coming of a new age, or at least a “hark” so the herald angels sing……
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Letting In Love
Oh shit… Now the boy’s gonna tell us what he thinks about love. Yes, young Bucky, that’s exactly what the fuck I intend to do! [interlaces fingers and cracks his knuckles awaiting words to spew forth] Lucky for you the clothes dryer just went off so I have a few more minutes to let the…
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Titleless Blog
Yes, “titleless” is not a word except I just typed it and so now it is. Aren’t words fun? 😜 It begs the question as to whether it matters what words we use, spelled incorrectly or not, as long as you know what I fucking mean… Right? At least, that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.…
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You Call This a Storm?
Yes, young Bucky… this is a storm of epic proportions! This morning I woke up at 4:30am for my first day at my new tree job and was immediately greeted by a thunderclap that shook the house. In the distance, I could hear a car alarm going off. My first thought when I heard my…
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