Hell in High Heels

You only see the beauty, never the pain

It’s just not fair — 2018/02/07

It’s just not fair

You didn’t seem to grasp that it’s a public place. That I was socializing, which is imperative for my diagnosis. Which I LOATHE doing. This house is not my place of rest, so by saying that I came into your TV room to talk, you effectively shut me down for the night. I will not fight to be heard. Unless it’s about my mental health or otherwise important. But if some fat ass woman wants to make a stink about me interrupting her TV time, when who knows I could’ve been suicidal, then so be it. This is nuts and I’m over it. Today was a decent day, had a couple crappy moments here and there, but overall was productive.

One of the hardest decisions you’ll face in life is whether to walk away or try harder.

~z. Abdelnour

Serious no brainer — 2018/01/30

Serious no brainer

If a person either blocks you or ignores you they should also be blocked or ignored respectively.

My logic for this is not one of pettiness, rather one of self preservation. It leaves you looking less the part of the wondering lass or lad and gives you your power back. 

More power to you.


Puffs of smoke — 2018/01/19

Puffs of smoke

You never know when things will change without hope of coming back to Baseline. 

– A new diagnosis when the thought of one is too much to handle.

– Threat of divorce marriage you swore would last forever.

Life-altering events can rarely be singularly tied to certain behavior. Wouldn’t that be swell a book with codes in it for every situation and reciprocal emotion.

However when things change there are rarely puffs of smoke to signal that the change has occurred.

Blog post — 2017/11/29
No period — 2017/11/17

No period

Hello puppets. So I just spends the last week of my life in a psych ward. I managed to learn a lot about myself, a lot about other people and how it all comes together. It was not easy to decide to go in. It was not easy to get to where I needed to be in order to go in. I reach the point of desperation. I reach the point of the end of myself. But that is where I found myself.

I’ve made a choice to stop being untrue to myself, and rather live every moment as if it was to be my last. I came scary close to dying and that is simply not where I want my story to end. My life has no period, only commas along the way. 

Even miracles — 2017/10/22

Even miracles

You Never struck me as a person who is afraid of the dark. You never struck me as a person who would run when I had a problem. But then I guess maybe we just don’t know people as well as we think we do. When disaster strikes you have to be ready for anything you have to be ready toDeal with blindness or to learn how to read and write again. 

When disaster strikes anything is possible even miracles.

She (draft) — 2017/10/05

She (draft)

She was the girl with a broken heart.

She felt torn by everything life had done to her.

She had so much general knowledge, she genuinely wanted to believe she “had this”.

She loved with so much of her heart, she was unsure how she had a beat left.

She loved them as they came, douche bags, runaways, these were her people.

She wanted to be accepted. She longed to be given the grace she extended.

Just once she wanted no one to judge her on the way she said a certain word, or how she dressed.

She felt herself start to fade. To become someone she didn’t recognize.

She fought to keep the waves from pulling her under, fought to stay alive.

When she made the call it was simply to save her life. Yet there was no answer at the other end of the phone.

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