I'm Pam Newman.
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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
So I was just sitting around thinking like people often do.
I was ruminating on being over 30 and how long it’s been since I was a teenager. 18 years ago I was 15.
15 years ago I was 18.
I got pregnant for the first time at 18. Well, actually I got pregnant at 17, but I did something about it at 18.
If I hadn’t have had an abortion, I would be the mother of a 15 year old. My kid would be in fucking high school. Wow.
Man, I hope that somewhere in the upper atmosphere or wherever aborted people go, this kid has been watching. Because if they’ve been watching my soap opera of a life for the past 15 years, that motherfucker is thankful as all hell.
I have been through some pretty epic shit. I mean, really? Everyone goes through some pretty epic shit in their late teens and all throughout our 20’s. We drink too much, fuck too much and complain too much. If had a dollar for every shallow, stupid or ignorant thing I did throughout my twenties, I’d be asking why someone wanted to give me such a large sum of money for such dumb shit.
There are times that I’m like, what if? and then I am immediately reminded of how awful it would have been if I drug some other, innocent person through all that shit.
I’m glad I don’t have a teenager in high school, but if I did, I know I’d love the hell out of them?
finally got a little keyboard to go with my tablet!
Watch out because it won’t take me long to figure out where the hell the shift key is without looking.
I’m getting insurance and it’s going to be at least marginally affordable.
We’re getting closer. Step by step, y’all.
So I went to the gym, and realized I didn’t have enough time for a worthwhile workout, so here I am. On the internet.
BUT ANYWAY I HAVE STORIES TO TELL Y’ALL.
So I’m quitting my magical job with wonderful benefits and understanding bosses to heal my brain and not be stressed out, because self-care comes first, si?
Okay so, I still need health insurance. I also want a cell phone and to keep my Gwynnie Bee subscription, YMCA membership and be able to contribute to the life I share with my partner.
I’m going to make stuff!
Look forward to an Indiegogo popping up here in the next little while.
Am I Taking Too Long to Grieve? - Day #185
Grief’s unexpected turns will throw you again and again. You may feel that for every step forward, you take at least one step back.
Please don’t rush this process. Remember, what you are feeling is not only normal; it is necessary. People might tell you “Get a grip.”
But I’m telling you; “Get a grip when you’re ready. Do it on your own time. However, be keenly aware of your mental well-being - if you feel it slipping; if you’re sinking into a deeper depression, contact a counselor.”
NOMIN’ ON THAT CREAM, NOMIN’, NOMIN’ ON THAT CREAM
sending you good thoughts and a big hug <3
thank you so much! <3 <3 back atcha. :)