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 →
I rolled out of bed this morning with no motivation. I made myself go to the gym but I feel like I half-assed my workout. My heel pain has been awful the past few days and I couldn't finish the full 30 minutes I wanted to do on the elliptical. I love lifting but the... 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 →
I began a new journaling practice I learned about online called 'morning pages' where you write at least three pages in a journal, long-hand, first thing in the morning. It's a way to clear out the clutter in your head before you start the day. I have been doing this for six days now and... 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 →
There is a small nature park in my town that consists of a cluster of trails. It sits just outside the noisy traffic of rush hour and the light rail is nearby to take commuters to and from work. Even though it's not totally in the wilderness, I enjoy walking these trails from time to... Continue Reading →
Journal Entry, 8 May 2020, 10:44am I've never been satisfied with my life because I've never been good enough for others. T___ died; K___ ignored me; and P____ was never there, and since then, I've been afraid of committing because I'm afraid that they'll suddenly disappear. So, I throw all attachments to the wind; I... Continue Reading →
I was in kindergarten sitting at the back of the class when I started to pull out my eyelashes. I don’t know what made me do it but I knew that it comforted me. On the other hand, I knew that what I was doing was bad, so I became good at hiding it. One... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 