Change is both Terrifying and Freeing

“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
I am in the process of a waiting game. I am waiting to discover if my insurance will, in fact, pay for a surgery that I need to avoid paralysis. I am trying to take it day by day but to say it is hard, would be a lie. A really big lie.
Truthfully, I am stuck in a limbo of sorts. I either feel like I want to be all loving and caring to everyone around me, because I know that someone, somewhere, is worse off than I am and then there is  the flipside to that which is like just wanting to hurt people cause they made the mistake of talking to me. It really is a struggle every day. With my pain levels so high and my headaches so intense, then lets for the hell of it add in that my arms are going numb and I have lost most dexterity in them and it creates a perfect storm.
I am used to my leg being numb, its been like this since May of 2015 and the leg from the knee down has been numb too. My right foot is now decided it wants to join the party. I struggle every single day in more ways than one. I am waiting to get my neck fixed and stable so that hopefully I can get back some of the sensation  in the lower body but that is not a given. Just like my neck surgery cannot promise me that I will get rid of my nerve pain, the dexterity issues or anything really. The only thing promised to me is this: Your neck and spine will both be stable when everything is done.
I am unsure whether this comforts me or terrifies me. I guess if the long run is to keep me out of  a wheelchair, then, in the end, isn’t that what matters?
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A Random Quote

“It is the quality of one’s convictions that determines success, not the number of followers” ~ Remus Lupin

Ms. Pengelf

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Sometimes Reality Throws You A Curve Ball

“My style is to take something unexpected and make it into a hit. That’s what I do.” ~ Timbaland

It has been a very long time, way too long actually, since I wrote a blog post. This one is being done because of two ladies, who mean a great deal to me, suggested that I do it. To kind of purge a lil bit and maybe free up some of my anxiety. Yes, I realize how vague that sounds but in a few minutes, you will understand.
I have spoken in the past, briefly, about my lower back pain and also about my neck/shoulders/dexterity in the arms & hands/headaches. On the advice of my pain doctor I sought out a neurosurgeon who refused to do the lower back. I just got a second opinion from a doctor in Tampa and he looked at both my neck and my lower back and then he showed it to me. I cringed guys and even cried a bit. I knew back in 2006 that I was going to have to have surgery on my neck but I didn’t realize it was as bad as it is. C5, C6, C7 are all bulging out and impinging onto my spinal cord. The hope is that doing this surgery with 1) strengthen my neck further and also stablize it 2) to hopefully get back the dexterity in both arms and hands and 3) that it will help my headaches ease off or disappear completely. I was told the many risks about doig this and I am in the process of packing a bag or 2. I am taking coloring pictures and coloring pencils, my Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book, and a new one on my phone by Sadie Blackburn and am loving it – perhaps this will be a good time to finish reading it! I don’t know whether or not he is putting me in a brace. It is possible that it could be either of them or none at all. Given that I am stressing out over this, I was told to give myself a treat, so I decided to order a nice tiara from amazon and the sell 3 of them, so over time, I will be getting all 3.  There really isn’t much to tell about the lower back other than it is impressive. Not impressive in a good way. It will definitely need doing. The question is when. It could be 6 months to a year out. Regardless, I am to use my black Victorian based black walking stick. I will write more, am sure, about how I feel about things and what not.
Ms. Pengelf

I Impressed Myself Today

I actually surprised myself twice. I learned acceptance, granted it took 23 years but the fact that I learned it at last is remarkable. I was accosted by 8 people, all about the evils of abortions and that I was going to hell for murder. What they failed to realize was this: I was 15 when it happened AND it happened by a rape from my mother’s uncle. I would have preferred to do fetal testing to see if there was anything wrong with it but the court system had other ideas. I was court ordered to go through it. Even though that happened, I still consider that my child.

The impressed bit came by pointing out that 23 years is a long time to hate anyone or anything – then I blocked and deleted them but the great part was it wasn’t just one person, it was eight (8) people

I then wrote a Facebook paged about my feelings on the subject. My road is NOT your road and until   it is, leave my decisions alone.. it seems I have grown up.. Thought I would share my facebook post about this.

I don’t normally talk about a certain issue because it hits way too close to me but just today I have had 8 different people msg me to preach the evils of abortion. Well honey you are barking up the wrong tree. I was 15, raped by my uncle, gotten pregnant as a result and forced by a court system to abort that child. Was that what I wanted to do? No. But see I had no choice. I was forced to do that .. Does it hurt every year on that day? Yes. I count that as one of my children. If you are willing to put your own child through having to have a child of a rape at 15 then I have absolutely no words for you. Oh, and for the record, I really don’t care what is said about my thoughts on this matter. People need to learn to leave well enough alone especially if they do not know what a person has had to endure.

And enough said!

Ms. Pengelf

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I Hereby Resign – Since 2009

My Resignation Letter
August 15, 2009
05:31 am

To whom it may concern:
This is my resignation letter. I hereby resign my post of: daughter, sister, cousin and grand-daughter. I am no longer available for anything you need that regards those positions. I am fed up with all the bullshit and drama that is associated with those posts. If or when you can grow up and decide those things are not needed or wanted in your life, let me know THEN. I will then choose to re-apply, IF you are truly sincere about making those changes.
I also resign from the posts of: slave, house elf, gopher and general scape goat. I was not placed on this earth to manage your life and your affairs. I am sick of having to handle all your problems and make excuses for your behavior. I do NOT need the hassle nor am I going to allow it. For the first time in my life, I am choosing myself over the rest of you. If you do not like this, then forget I exist and move on with your own life. I can NOT handle my problems and fix me while being all those things for you. It does not work like that.
I am no longer your computer technician, call a repair man, they get paid to fix your problems. I am not a general contractor either so I no longer will be able to fix your ‘stuff’ that you have broken either. I am tired of having to build my life solely around what you need and I am now refusing to do so. For the record, you can clean your own house, make your own food, take a bath or shower by yourself and do NOT need me to do those things for you. If you cannot handle this outburst of my independence, then again, forget that I exist. You only acknowledge my presence when you want those things and from this point on, I will NEVER be available for them again. Do these things for yourself or not, the choice is solely your own.
I no longer will be made to feel like shit when you fail to get your way, your opinions of me do not matter any longer and I will no longer pretend that I care. Whatever you need, find another venue to get it and leave me out of it. At this point, I am not even a friend. You have thoroughly made sure that bridge was burned when you failed me. Not once in my life have you ever put me first or second or even third, If I came in last, it was a step up from the previous listing. I hope that you heed this letter because it is completely enforced at this time. If you have questions or problems with it, deal with it on your own. I will Not explain myself to you over this matter. Since you ignored me for all of my life except when you thought you could manipulate me, pretend now I was never placed where you could reach me. The manipulation, lies, futuristic fairy tales… It ALL stops here.
Your former bitch,
Ms. Pengelf

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Allodynia: When Touch Hurts But Shouldn’t

“Because it shouldn’t hurt to be touched.” ― A.L. Jackson, When We Collide

Definition: Allodynia is pain, generally on the skin, caused by something that wouldn’t normally cause pain. Many people with fibromyalgia report having this symptom. Examples of allodynia are pain caused by mild pressure from clothing, a light touch, gentle massage, or sheets rubbing against the skin.

When one thinks about fibromyalgia, one assumes that they know pain. The sad truth is that unless you have it, you have no clue what it is like. I also have high functioning autism and as such, I have so many different painful sensations. All my senses are affected and while sometimes I can counter balance them, the truth of the matter is this: The main problem I have is touch and exhaustion. Just getting dressed sometimes reduces me to tears and even there are times when just taking a shower where the water beating on me causes me severe discomfort. There are times when just going to bed sends me to tears. I wish i could explain to you just how bad this condition is but it is not something that is easily explained. I am going to leave this for now, in the hopes of visiting it later.

Never, ever judge what you do not understand.

Ms. Pengelf



Gosh, the Emotions Are Real. Honest They Are!

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new. – Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I got a blessing tonight that was so profound to me that It made me seek out my blog to notate it for all eternity. Yes, all eternity! As nothing put on the internet ever truly goes away, which in this case, means awesomeness! I wrote a few poems for a friend’s anniversary. He wanted it for his wife and I was both shocked and awed that he asked! So, of course I said yes, I most definitely will do that! Well, the good news is I not only wrote one but had 2 in my ‘inventory’ that I also sent, as the poet in me says a day must be fully done or one didn’t have one! SO, if the good news is I wrote one then what is all the excitement about?! Are you sitting on the edge of your seat yet? Oh, I don’t think you are there yet! So let’s continue! Now the better news is after some technical problems, we finally got sorted out and he got his poems and ………. they loved them! The excitement comes because, well, I have fans! I have fans that are going to print out MY poems and hang them up in their house! I have never been so honored and humbled at the same time. I have never had anyone ever want to do that! While it may not seem like much to someone else, this… this right here means the world to me. Like I said earlier on facebook, I don’t know if even the oxford dictionary – unabridged version, would have enough words to describe my emotions, the likes of which I don’t rightly reckon I have ever felt before.
To my friend and his love, THANK YOU for believing in me enough to even ask me to do this wonderful gift for you but THANK YOU for thinking I am worthy of being hung up for not only you to read but for anyone who may come to your home. I love you both! Immensely! And yes, I am still crying but honest, they are good tears!
Ms. Pengelf

To Know Me, Is To Know Me…


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“Autism is not something I have. It is integral to who I am.” Parrish Knight

“All my life I have dealt with objective matters; hence I lack both the natural aptitude and the experience to deal properly with people and to carry out official functions.”— Albert Einstein

There are few, a select few, that I let in enough to actually know me. There are many out there who know different parts of me but never all of me. Why? Because to know me would give you the power to try to hurt me and that is something that I refuse to allow. That being said, I am fixing to do something that I have never done before: I am going to lay out exactly who I am, why I do the things I do, why I say the things I say and basically bare my soul for all and hope that instead of using this knowledge to hurt me, that you absorb it, learn from it, grow from it and accept it. This is having to be written in steps; baby steps actually. Please realize and take in how hard this is for me to do but it needs doing. No two people are the same. No two autistics are the same. We are all individuals – unique individuals – however we do have similar things in common. It is those things that bind us together as humans and I am sorry but I feel it is time we humans bring back humanity.

Now that I have said all that, brace yourself. This is going to be long. So, let’s get started shall we?

Growing up, I had always felt so different. I even at one point told my mother that she had to have adopted me because I was so different. My awesome Psychotherapist tells me that part of the reason I was such a mean kid to many, was simply because I was in survival mode. Now, here is where this gets hard. I was sexually abused for many years (ages of 3-12). I believe I have every single right in the world to be mad and well, vicious (just ask my older sister, she got a lot of it). I struggled for years to get back to myself and I lucked out. When I needed a guiding force, the goddess provided me with one. She helped me in so many ways. Oh my, I don’t even think I could even tell you how much she helped me and how much I love her even now for all that she did.  I had such a darkness about me. She came along and poof! the darkness changed. I mean, seriously, it was almost overnight; instantaneous. Suddenly, it didn’t matter I was so different, it didn’t matter if I was eccentric, she allowed me to be me. The crazy, loyal, loving, caring me. She is a pivotal person in my life and even now, she touches me and she hasn’t a clue. She took my darkness away and then one day, when I was around 15, she told me that she could feel something bad was fixing to happen. Outside of her moving away, which almost killed me, I could not foresee anything that could change how bright my life was going. However, she was correct. I was raped – not once but three times – by my mother’s brother. I flat-out refused to call him an uncle simply because an uncle would NOT do that. I got pregnant. I was in the tenth grade, finally with the person I wanted to be with and I knew, I knew things had just gone so bad it wasn’t funny. I went through an abortion at 15 (January 15, 1993 is forever embedded into my soul). I went through a court case that I had no voice in regarding, well, anything-sadly. After the bad guy went away, I had a couple of ex-boyfriends start some shyt at school. I mean this was so f’ked up that even a mediation session with the principal did nothing. The rumors, the threats, and then the best thing ever happened to me. I was spiraling down quickly and I can honestly say, I thank this kid (now man) for what he did. He walked up to me, handed me a sheet of paper full of statistics of people who had been raped and molested and their chances for well a normal life or the low life of drug use and prostitution and he said well you are already a ho, so let’s see how far down you go. Even to this day, I can count on 1 hand the number of men I have been with so his thinking on that was a more than a bit off. However, I looked at that and thought, Damn, I WILL NOT be just another number on a sheet of paper. I will not let this consume me. While I have had some bad, horrible choices that I was forced to make, I did so with the best intentions. I left the one person on this planet that I truly loved to well get out of my mother’s house. I was told actually to leave by my Poppy – who I love dearly – and do it under the cover of night, so I did. I left the hell hole I grew up in, in May of 1994. What I didn’t know was that I was just walking into more trouble.

Now some of you may be going why she telling us all this and what does it have to do with autism? This stuff, this very painful stuff, is integral to who I am. If you are offended by my life story then please stop reading now. For the rest of you, let’s keep going.

So, for two years, I lived with someone who was seriously not the compromising sort of fella. Meaning he prohibited me from seeing to or speaking to my family. After 2 years, I basically rebelled against him and went to my Poppy’s house, I even spoke nicely with my mother. Her and I came to an agreement of sorts: she could be my friend but not my mother. Even after all these years, she maintained that up until recently. In truth, she was the only person I speak with in my family. I do not talk to my sisters, I don’t have any family on Facebook. I don’t want their drama or bullshyt. I don’t want nor need their opinions or comments. In truth, as hard as this is to say, they mean nothing to me. They have never reached out to me, they have never offered to help me. No. They are not needed nor wanted in my life. But, I regress. Back to the man I was with. I grew to hate him, more on a daily basis. While that was going on, who showed back up in my life? Remember in the above, the one I truly loved? Yeah, him. Dear Goddess, that was probably the best thing to have ever happened to me at that moment in time. However, due to some weird sort of ethics or values, I found out I was pregnant so, I ended up marrying the guy I moved out with. Now, I cannot begin to tell you how hard THAT was. A second chance does NOT come often and what did I do? Blew it out of the water. At any rate, my marriage was not so pretty. I lost my first pregnancy at 5 months (March 24, 1998). [For the record, I am sat here crying. I feel like I have sliced open a vein and my muse is pouring out what it believes is relevant. You know, in case you were wondering] My husband thought for a long time that I was his personal punching bag but here is where he messed up. I was brought southern style. Which meant I was taught early on, if ANYONE ever hits you out of anger, hit them back and hit them back harder. This was my marriage for a long time. I do have to wonderful kids that came out of that marriage and I can say are the best things to have ever happened to me. Although, I took a lot of shit for leaving them with their father when I left him. Here is the thing: As much as he hated me, he loved those babies. I KNEW they would be taken care of. I didn’t know where I was going, where my next meal was coming from and I am sorry but that is  no place for an adult to be but I will be damned if I was going to put my babies through that. HELL NO, especially as I knew they were safe and ok. Unfortunately for my ex, he told them that mommy died. Karma will bite him in the arse for that one. I truly can’t wait.

Now, this is where the autism bit starts. My oldest son (Alpha) has classic autism. My youngest son (Omega), is like me. He is a High Functioning Autistic but has never received the help he so desperately needs due to my ex wanting to have “normal” kid. My argument of define “normal” never helped. When I left, I had fought for my county to implement autistic preschool settings within the school system and won that. Never ever tell a Mother that her child is ‘unteachable’ because that is just a challenge and one we will gladly accept! Yes, I was told that about my Alpha. Part of me regrets beating the hell out of that woman and IF I hadn’t had both my kids with me that day, I would have very gladly gone to jail. YOU DO NOT EVER TELL THAT TO ANY! Anyone can learn. It just takes the right environment and the right attitudes to accomplish it. Sad to say (not really) that woman got fired, that day. I just was NOT in the mood. end of statement!

After leaving there, which took all I had. I realized then it was me against the world. So freaking what if I was told my kids were unteachable. I didn’t agree at all. I believed that the problem was not my kids or me. I believe and still believe that the problems were theirs. (sorry I need coffee-things get hectic from here on out) Needless to say, I fought tooth and nail for my kids to have the help I was denied. I do not want them growing up thinking ‘damn I just really don’t belong here’ because more than they know, they do! I did that for them and in absolute ways. To say I never want my kids to go through have of what their Mommy has gone through is an understatement. I have walked those same shoes and really would hate for them to have walk them. I want so much better for them both. They (Onslow County School Board made autistic — not to be misunderstand as regular special needs class rooms — and the program took off!) That was some I was very proud of achieving not just for my son, but for all those other autistics out there who thought school was too big a milestone!! Everyone deserves a chance to discover their passions and make their mark upon the world, like countless wonders have done.

Now that you have a bit of back of my backlash, cause believe me, there is so much to add to it, welcome to my world of enlightenment.What

What many of you don’t realize is, I didn’t just name this page this because I wanted to start debate on debate. FAR, FAR from it. This page is for anyone who is on the spectrum, has a relative on the spectrum, IS on the spectrum and even for all those who think NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEM! I want to talk about some things that are very common to me. Of course I think my computer ate my notes, but no worries I am positive I can locate them. And wouldn’t you know it, I found them in just a couple of clicks, Go me!

The first thing I want to talk about is this. However, according to  Taylor G, Bagby R. Parker J  in Disorders of thee affect regulation. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press: 1997

Taylor et al. (1997) noted that Alexithymic individuals are “unable to identify accurately their own subjective  feelings, verbally communicate emotional distress to other people very poorly, thereby failing to enlist other as sourced of aid and comfort” In addition they note that persons with Alexithymia  have a preference to be alone or avoid people altogether.

Alexithymia (as noted in the DSM IV

Alexithymia is considered to be a personality trait that places individuals at risk for other medical and psychiatric disorder while reducing the likelihood that these individuals will respond to conventional treatments for the other conditions. Alexithymia is not classified as a mental disorder in the DSM-IV. It is a dimensional personality trait that varies in severity from person to person.

However, according to DSM-IV it doesn’t sound like much but the reality of the situation is FAR, FAR worse. Alexithymia is hard to explain to those who don’t have it so for once, here are my shoes. Put them on for just a minute if you would. I will wait. hehehehe. lalalalala. Got em on? OKAY then, let’s go. When a NT is asked “How are you feeling today?” Most reply (from a research point of view) OH, I am fine (great, awesome) “how are the kiddies” OH, they are doing much better, thank you for asking!” <~~ normal conversation, for an NT that is. Now that you are in my shoes, lets redo those same questions: “how are you feeling today?” OH, well, um, I am feeling happy, sad, exhausted, exacerbated, tired, sore, etc (this list could on for absolute hours) Now: “how are the kiddies? (same situation here) OH, well um they colored the walls yesterday, We took em to the movies and had to leave before it started, their babysitter no longer wants to keep them) and this too could go on and on. Alexithymia simple, well in a layman’s term – stops you from being able to TRULY feel what your emotions are. You MAY know happy or sad or anger. That’s IT. Any thing and you are venturing into uncharted territory. This makes it quite difficult for a person to interact not only with family and VERY close friends but dear Goddess, put a kid in school and it becomes a night mare waiting to happen.

I thought for years because I couldn’t tell one emotion from another, that they were all the same. I spent MANY, MANY years trying to understand this concept. I still struggle with it at   38 (yes that is my real age and yes, I totally put it on the internet). It is only recently that my lovely physcotherapist pointed out that while I have this, this is a part of me. It also makes me, well me. My Pyscotherapist is, In my most sincere honest opinion, the absolute best woman. My love assignment was to finish this post. She is itching to read it.

My one hope, my one sincere hope. Is that you read this and understand NO ONE WITH A DISABILITY truly has a disability. They can learn, they can even communicate (even if not verbally) and that most, have Alexithymia. This is something hard enough to go through on one’s one. It truly takes a village of people to help one overcome it, if that is even possible and here is the bottom line, IF for one moment, you think that this is the only disorder out there that has a comoribacy with another then you are in for one hell of a big surprise.

I do what I have to do in order to survive. I do not care if that pisses off another. These are my shoes and no one can walk them but me. I have said this many, many times. I DO NOT HAVE A VERBAL FILTER. What ever comes out my mouth is about 99-100% how I feel about things.. that is not to say in normal conversations I don’t screw up, cause I do it a lot. It means, well you have to be patient with me. I am still learning how to cope with my HFA (high functioning Autism) I am sorry if I offend you but if you would listen to me, perhaps you wouldn’t be.

The best words I have for today are this:

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. You never know what may lie inside its pages.”

As Proust famously wrote:

 We pack the physical outline of the creature we see with all the ideas we already formed about him, and in the complete picture of him which we compose in our minds, these ideas have certainly the principal place. In the end they come to fill out so completely the curve of his cheeks, to follow so exactly the line of his nose, they blend so harmoniously in the sound of his voice that these seem to be no more than a transparent envelope, so that each time we see the face or hear the voice it is our own ideas of him which we recognize and to which we listen.
It is my wish that some of you can gain some knowledge as to what it is like to be disabled in any way. I am be High-Funtioning Autism but if you think that this applies to just that and that alone, then you truly need to read this with an open heart.
As Always,
Ms. Pengelf

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Wonders. Ponders. Reflection.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.” ~> Edgar Allan Poe
Refection is something I am quite know for. No, it is not that I live in the past. The present is enough hell to last till infinity and the future just sounds painful. I have started having nightmares again. And, believe me, there is no medication to help make those easier to deal with. Ergo, a purge was needed.

So, bet you are wondering about what I am wondering about. That one is quite simple to answer. I miss my kids. My Alpha and my Omega touch me, whether they know it or not. While I do strive to not be a bitter ex-wife, the least he could do is let me talk to them every now and again. Sadly though, he told my kids I died back in 2004. So currently am wondering about their well being and how they are doing. It damn near breaks me to know they are 4 states away AND even if I just showed up, he wouldn’t let me have anything to do with them. I don’t really know what do to at this point in time. Hence, the wondering.

Now Pondering is a bit easier to talk about. I just feel I give and give and get absolutely nothing in return. I feel a lot like I did in High School – invisible. I know we are all older and have family’s of our own but it amazes me how people find the time to talk to everyone under the sun, excluding me. Actually I am quite close to closing my Facebook account. The sheer amount of anger and depression on there is NOT something I wish to see on a daily basis. Your business is YOUR business and I know a lot people have been told to not publicly ‘air their dirty laundry out in the open for everyone to see.

Reflection, ah my favorite thing. Reflection guides me towards what ever my current silver lining may be. It also gives me the chance to look back and see my achievements, as well as my failures. It is always the failures that do me in. That and my brain not calming down for the night. For those of you who don’t know, I suffer from severe sleep anxiety – for good reason. I tend to punch holes into walls, I have sleep crafted, and only the sweet goddess could tell you the rest. What is disorder is more often called is Night Terrors. That is how I broke my right upper arm in July of 2009 – I didn’t just break it either. No. I had to give myself a complex spiral fracture which required two of the same surgeries to do the exact same thing but the second actually fixed the problem. I am only now getting feeling back in that arm thanks to radio frequency nerve ablations. Basically, I am a walking, talking, accident waiting to happen. Shoot I look back over the last 37 years and am absolutely perplexed I mad it this far.

I think my biggest problem tonight (which is why I am writing this at 2:52 am EST) Is that I don’t feel like people understand me. I have been told by several “its all in your head” well no shyt? really? I have a neuro-developmental condition and Yes that means it is mainly in my head.It is quite difficult for a neuro-typical person to grasp BUT If I can show just one, just one person, that this can be very debilitating then I will feel I have succeed. And, by debilitating  I dont mean (in my case at least because all on the autistic spectrum are VERY different) I am referring to things like sight, touch, taste, basically all senses are effective, but noise OMGOSH I can’t do loud music. It physically hurts. There are days where getting dressed makes me cry for hours.

Truthfully, I could give a damn whether you like me or hate me. Truly, I don’t. But dear sweet goddess, can you lay off the negativity? I could give a rat’s ass about who is doing who, or who did a stupid prank and it made it to youtube. These things do nothing but cause controversy and disharmony and I don’t know if I can take much more of it. I have enough going on with just being me.

Its made worse by having 1-2 friends. Period. I have people I enjoy talking to, yes. But talking to someone does not mean they pick up the phone outta the blue and ring you just to say “I was thinking of you today and just had to tell you I love you”

I am working hard my silver lining. Truly, I am. But currently it is as elusive as sleep is. I truly need one or the other, both would be nice but I will settle for one. Am closing this before it reaches 1000 words, so with all my love!

Ms. Pengelf

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PS – I rarely put a PS on a post but since I don’t want people to get all butt hurt thinking I am talking about them, know that I am not. What you read was what was going through my mind at that current time. It is aimed at no one in particular. ❤ <(“)