This title doesn't necessarily answer the prompt nor does it really encompass how I feel about certain organized religions. I could on and on about each one I've been. But my early days in religion were with my youth group in high school. I was fifteen years old and me and the majority of my... Continue Reading →
If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s negative self-talk. It started this morning when I was thinking of all the debt I have. It came up because I got an alert of a charge to my card, but the charge was a disgusting amount of interest that made my monthly payment redundant. Apparently, some... Continue Reading →
Starting over is hard at any point in your life, but especially at 40. I had some regrets about my choices at university. Insert English degree joke here. I pursued an English degree so that I could teach Victorian literature. I even moved from my small town to North Texas to enroll in grad school... Continue Reading →
I was texting with a friend last night and he told me that he was back on dating apps. He got out of a relationship a few months ago and decided to take a long break. I guess the break was a little too long for him. He seems to be the type that needs... Continue Reading →
I aspire to do everything with good intentions but end up with my good intentions on the shit end of the stick. I try to better myself so much that I fall for self-help scams and online gurus. Because of this I’m even deeper in debt and those money manifestation exercises aren’t paying off because... Continue Reading →
Well, I reached the point all those self-development videos on YouTube told me about: burnout...from self-development. I'm not sure if it's the stress that's the outlier of my deep dives into self-help and identity shifting, but I'm sure some of that is playing a role. It's causing me to have little interest in the subject... Continue Reading →
I have felt disconnected from my peers lately and am taking the time to seek out answers inside of me. It can be isolating yet beautiful, and I recently learned that this phenomenon is called 'dark night of the soul'. My energy with the people I used to spend time with has tapped out. It's... Continue Reading →
CW: death of family member I can't really remember what color it was, maybe black or a beige shade. Those are the colors that come to mind when I picture any rotary phone. Nonny's was something special, though. It sat next to her chair on a tall, slender table. I think there was a doily... Continue Reading →
I used to be so wild. A little girl with fantastic worlds in her head where she played the main character, usually as the witch, making potions with pond water and algae as the minnows danced around her spell work. Where did that young witch go? I grew up and left her in the woods... Continue Reading →
CW: Brief talk of suicidal ideation I’ve always been a loner. Sounds cliché, I know, but it’s true. I joke all the time about my introverted ways, laugh at memes about how quiet we are, how we flake out of plans at the last minute, and am sometimes proud of the fact that I can... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 