Raising poultry and angora rabbits in California
Proving the existence of the extraordinary
One day at a time...
Musings about living with depression and anxiety
perspective on the spectrum
Photography, fiction, humor, opinions, and whatever else I feel like posting
Life with borderline personality disorder + mental illness
Hey, Nice to meet all of you, my name is Heather. I have BPD. I am here to share my everyday struggles with you, be a support for you, and I am here to chat with you if you want to chat...:)
Our Children Are Sacred
~ Short Stories, Flights of Fancy and Everyday Anecdotes ~
I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.
The Calm Side of Me
single dads, single moms, raising kids & much more
Interesting post, Harris! I’m still waiting for mine. Or maybe I missed it by not recognizing it.
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You’ve probably heard their whispers, felt their breath on the back of your neck while they were looking over your shoulder, even gently laying a hand on that shoulder when there was nobody else who could have even approached you at the time and in the manner they were needed.
Damned thing is, there is no requirement for them to wear a name tag and therein lies the bitch of it all.
And yes, if the question should arise: for me, there were indeed two.
But I am taking applications.
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