Category: #grief

Recovery Music.

I signed up for Pandora today, only 16 years behind everyone else. Pandora is an app of internet radio stations that have fewer commercials than YouTube, but don’t allow you to make your own music playlists like YouTube does. I chose a musician, Selena Gomez, and then Pandora suggested similar musicians that I might like. Read More

The 90 Days.

In the USA, when a person changes jobs, they end up being unable to see a doctor for 90 days. Sure, there’s COBRA, but I never once met a person who was able to afford it. I changed jobs and my insurance FINALLY begins in 3 days. Woo hoo. I’ve been sick for almost 2 Read More

Journal. 21 June 2016. Loneliness.

Last night was the Summer Solstice and the Strawberry Full Moon – which was beautiful here in Chicagoland. In ye olde days, I would have gone out into the darkness in search of a drumming circle in the forest or a bonfire on the beach… but boring, broken Rebekah went home and went to bed Read More

Sometimes You Just Gotta Write Shit Down.

For a new post title, I’m thinking: If You Don’t Like Complaints, Then Don’t Read This Post. Nothin’ To See Here, Folks. or the slightly cryptic “Going Dark” Well, I have discovered that I cannot write a recovery blog when I am not recovering. The cycles of grief are just the same shit over again. And Read More

Purple Rain. 26 April 2016.

Poor Prince died this week, from undetermined causes, although it is clear that he did NOT commit suicide nor was he murdered. He wasn’t feeling well and then he just dropped dead. It happens. He was only 57 years old. NY Times obituary All of his interviews and live shows have been airing on television and Read More

Shavua Tov / Happy Week.

I have a lot of good stuff to blog about! Unfortunately, I let it pile up too high, way too high, and then my perfectionist needs kicked in and I couldn’t write because there were too many posts for me to feel they could be good enough. New strategy… let’s try writing snippets until I Read More

Just Me and the Cats.

My brother has gone to Fort Lauderdale for the week and I am alone in the house with the cats. He has been gone less than one day and I am so lonely. I feel sad and a little freaked out to be alone in the quiet house. I realized I don’t have anyone in my Read More

I had a dream about the narcissist and his new girlfriend.

Actually, it wasn’t a dream. It was a photograph. Remember the old instant cameras that took a photo that was square with a white border around it? I saw one of those photos in my mind while I was asleep, and I “knew” it was from David’s Facebook page. [To be clear, David blocked me Read More

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