The Failure Letter…

This photo is actual footage of me being in love and understood. I figure it will only come when I'm on my death bed and I will be hallucinating through the flash of f***boi(s) I've encountered in my whimsical life. Bwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Today as I was feeling melancholy about my station in life. I've scrolled through … Continue reading The Failure Letter…

Thankful. Yep that’s me!

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I wrote this as a feature in 2015. My life has changed since then. I have tried to love again and loss big time. My Future CEO is thriving. My first dog, Jessie is over the Rainbow Bridge. I am now on meds for my Sarcoidosis and a good biscuit dipped in honey from 200lbs. Life has changed so much, but I am still thankful.

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EFAbulousHBWhy I am thankful? Seriously? Why? About 7 years ago I used to go to sleep and ask God to take me in my sleep. I was so depressed, I could not go on. Even after my gorgeous procreate was here on earth. I was deeply depressed. My marriage was failing. My health was failing. My vision of who I was and who I was supposed to be…. yep, failing.

It got to the point, I had asked God to take me and my child in our sleep so we can get together in heaven with my parents. The end. …Well, that wasn’t the end.

That failed marriage had to play out in divorce court. I had to stop praying for death and pray for strength. I had to learn to be whole “all by myself”. I would take on a rebound that would push me to the brink of…

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I loved my Momma…

I loved my Momma. We weren't very close. In a lot of ways, she didn't understand me. ...she loved me as best as she could, she let me be free and sometimes she sat back and enjoyed watching me fly. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB