A portfolio of my best stories this month — It appears that I’ve developed a fan base that’s not electric, which is pretty fucking awesome. These people are legitimate fans, I haven’t even had to pay them to read my work. I’ve struggled with my writing this month, I have a bad fibromyalgia flare, I’m always stressed out because…

I don’t want to read bot-created content — It seems that I’m behind the times with AI software, perhaps because it has no value to me whatsoever and I’m personally shocked that it has become trendy. Just because something is trendy does not mean it’s cool. I don’t want to read AI content, and I won’t read writers…

Organisations keep wanting money, but they keep wasting it on stupid shit — As a single mother that is on a fixed income, disabled, and constantly broke, I get judged a hell of a lot and people make assumptions about my character and decide that I spend too much money on Starbucks and avocado toast. This is a common accusation directed towards Millennials…

I didn’t know until a few days later what I had been complicit in — “All you have to do is grow a pair and stand up for yourself.” My friend Carol said. What she meant, however, is that she wanted me to stand up for myself unless it was against her. “I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” I responded. …

Another of the prayers I have written — I wrote this prayer early in 2020, right after the COVID lockdowns started. I had written it mostly as part of my recovery program, which of course, I am still working on. There were a lot of heartaches, angst, and unhealthy patterns of behavior. I was in the process where…

How much do you know about me? — The Godfather of Medium himself, Jason Provencio started this mess, so you can all blame him. He is the mastermind of this ‘ere game, you can check his out here. It’s the certified original. By the way, Jason, I made you a tag “The Godfather of Medium.” You’re welcome. By…

The beauty of roses and why I love them so much — When I was at the most violent point of my life, the violence I had chosen rather than the violence perpetuated against me (although both of those also ran together), a Lady in Blue handed me a white rose. She had been leaving roses for me for twenty years already…

I’m myself but I’m not myself — and never have been — *I live with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), which used to be called Multiple Personality Disorder. The experts changed the name for the DSM-5 but I’m not really sure that was a good thing to do, although both describe DID in different ways. Anything that I write about DID is about…

But I know him well enough to have figured him out — I had just arrived back to my house from a road trip when my ex husband called. “I have some crazy news,” he said to me. “Did you buy that girl a ring?” I asked. “No, not yet,” he responded. “I’m going to be a daddy again.” “Well, that took…