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when my after-school special doesn’t feel so special

It seems funny that I went out to speak on a panel called “Exposed: When Blogging gets Too Personal”, and I REALLY had to think about whether I wanted to write this post. Because it seemed too personal. To read. To write. To admit something that wasn’t anything that my “fault” but STILL kept insanely [...]

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alone to cry

Laying facedown on the gurney. Carefully draped so the doctor could work with my hamstring. Poke. Poke. Poke. She touches where she’s going to put the medicine. I try to relax. I know it’s going to hurt. A lot. The nurse rubs my shoulder. That’s never a good sign. The Botox we used last time [...]

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