Between doctors, my mother, and Iron Maidens these past few weeks have been hell. I had gone to the emergency room the week or so before my family reunion. I had awakened about 9 am one morning and was

As I have previously mentioned, I am not always at liberty to write, so please, bear with me. I'll get back to 2013: The Year I Lost Everything, but I had to tell you about this. Today's counseling session

Yesterday, I was offered a wish. Bing, a company who shows awesome pictures everyday, on the 31st of December, showed a picture of the outline of a birthday cake on a background of a starry sky with a

I go to the Steemit website every day. I read; I absorb. I write; I blog. I read articles, not only on Steemit, about stock markets, corrupt government(s), child abduction, conspiracies. I read articles

Holidays are here: festivities and lights! darkness creeps in ebony haunts of the graves I find my mask Relatives come to call, bringing gifts and cheer! some do not show longing begins I reach for my

(Continued from 2013, The Year I Lost Everything, Part 1) TWO psychiatrists down; in search for the next. I was living on borrowed money (thankfully, not on borrowed time), but this borrowed money was

Losing everything has an effect upon a person. It humbles. It forces one to realize what is truly important in life. In 2013, I lost everything. No, I didn't lose my car, or my house; I didn't become homeless.

Hello Steemit Community. I'm Sophie Manimen. I'm female, and over 21 (well over 21). Therefore, I'm crazy, old enough to know better, not too old so I can still have fun, but also old enough to not care