I’m not really in the mood to write today, I just need to get this one on the books. 📚 The world has very few good listeners and even if I were privy to one, I doubt I’d partake. 
No, writing is best. 🖥 The tone of this entry may seem a little dark to you but things are the way they are and I am who I am. 😣 A stress management assessment I took yesterday at work concluded that I needed to participate in more hobbies that help me mentally and emotionally decompress. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t blogged for a while now. Blogging is absolute therapy for me and I’d all but abandoned it. 😞 Me, the self-appointed Blog Queen. 👸🏾 Truth is, I haven’t felt like my usually jovial, clever and optimistic self and you know how much I hate to blog-bitch & moan. All-Too-Honest Alert: I don’t like looking or feeling weak and will do almost anything to avoid it. 🚫 Then I realized that there might be something quietly courageous about admitting to the whole wide world (and web), that not only am I flawed, I’m broken. 💔 I would also like to confess that the woman I am today is a complete concoction of my own creation. 
Does that mean that I’m a figment of my own imagination? The answer is yes. But it also doesn’t mean that I’m not real too. 🤏🏾 Though I’ve been rather successful at smiling through the pain lately, I think my internal demons are resulting in me not handling my stress very well. My primary care physician agrees. 😒 Repentantly Repetitious Alert: I’m not especially inspired to write today, so I hope this won’t end up being total a blog bust. My sincere advanced apologies if it does. 😐 I’ll just try to literarily exorcise my demons 😈 and see what happens. 🧐 At the very least, I should feel a great bit freer afterwards. ☺ Hopefully. 🥺
No, writing is best. 🖥 The tone of this entry may seem a little dark to you but things are the way they are and I am who I am. 😣 A stress management assessment I took yesterday at work concluded that I needed to participate in more hobbies that help me mentally and emotionally decompress. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t blogged for a while now. Blogging is absolute therapy for me and I’d all but abandoned it. 😞 Me, the self-appointed Blog Queen. 👸🏾 Truth is, I haven’t felt like my usually jovial, clever and optimistic self and you know how much I hate to blog-bitch & moan. All-Too-Honest Alert: I don’t like looking or feeling weak and will do almost anything to avoid it. 🚫 Then I realized that there might be something quietly courageous about admitting to the whole wide world (and web), that not only am I flawed, I’m broken. 💔 I would also like to confess that the woman I am today is a complete concoction of my own creation. Does that mean that I’m a figment of my own imagination? The answer is yes. But it also doesn’t mean that I’m not real too. 🤏🏾 Though I’ve been rather successful at smiling through the pain lately, I think my internal demons are resulting in me not handling my stress very well. My primary care physician agrees. 😒 Repentantly Repetitious Alert: I’m not especially inspired to write today, so I hope this won’t end up being total a blog bust. My sincere advanced apologies if it does. 😐 I’ll just try to literarily exorcise my demons 😈 and see what happens. 🧐 At the very least, I should feel a great bit freer afterwards. ☺ Hopefully. 🥺
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I’m not too ashamed to admit that the origins of me were at times painful, violent and hopeless. ☹ Despite how that might read, those ingredients can also be the foundation of a strong, confident and independent-in-thought human being. I am flawed but a complete original. 😧 Corny Cliché Alert: I can get through ANYTHING if I put my mind to it. I know that. I’m very proud of that. You know me, I just have to write it out sometimes. 😩 When I see my inner most emotions, good and bad, freely exposed on my computer screen, I begin see what my next move should be. 
I guess I’m saying that being a broken bird isn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it can be quite beautiful if you choose it to be. Being a broken bird can transform your challenging character complexities into someone courageous and unique. 💯 (Yep, I’m really saying that about myself. 😁) Now off I go to embark on the treacherous terrain of human emotion, struggle and rebirth. “Persevere through the Pain”……..
……..I know, I know, that was pretty cheesy. 
Damn…this was a lot more morose than I intended. ☹ I’m really very sorry about that y’all. I guess I need to work a little more on myself before I decide to pen another “delightful” entry like this one. 🥴 Well, either that or next time I’ll write about what it was like to find out that Santa Claus isn’t real and how I felt when my first dog died. 😬 Yeah, that’ll be a real cheerful read for the family. Sad. How can I fix this melancholy mess? 🤔 Oh! I know! 😄 Momentarily Fictitious Alert: Broken birds are a real barrel of laughs and a must have for any child’s birthday party. 🥳 (All major credit cards accepted.)
I guess I’m saying that being a broken bird isn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it can be quite beautiful if you choose it to be. Being a broken bird can transform your challenging character complexities into someone courageous and unique. 💯 (Yep, I’m really saying that about myself. 😁) Now off I go to embark on the treacherous terrain of human emotion, struggle and rebirth. “Persevere through the Pain”……..……..I know, I know, that was pretty cheesy. Damn…this was a lot more morose than I intended. ☹ I’m really very sorry about that y’all. I guess I need to work a little more on myself before I decide to pen another “delightful” entry like this one. 🥴 Well, either that or next time I’ll write about what it was like to find out that Santa Claus isn’t real and how I felt when my first dog died. 😬 Yeah, that’ll be a real cheerful read for the family. Sad. How can I fix this melancholy mess? 🤔 Oh! I know! 😄 Momentarily Fictitious Alert: Broken birds are a real barrel of laughs and a must have for any child’s birthday party. 🥳 (All major credit cards accepted.)