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I wonder what my life would be like if I had a normal mind. It’s a question I often ponder. I also think without my “Chum” I wouldn’t have the life experiences that make me, me. I say all this because I was recently asked how I want to be remembered. It’s a question that I can’t readily offer up an answer other than the feeling of sorrow. Hello all your rockers and rollers of words today blog post is inspired by the question of all questions how I want to be remembered?
Hello all your champions of words, today I’m excited and humbled to be a nominee of the “Badass Blogger Award”. This nomination comes from a fellow blogger who creates beautiful words of inspiration Latisha of Renew Inspiration. It’s always a happy surprise to have bloggers use their platform to create awards recognizing other writers in the blogging community.
What is a mistake? What is failure? Are the two connected? We all make mistakes or have experienced failure. It could be something small as work related or something on the grandeur side like family related or something we’re passionate about. Most of us chalk the experience up to lessons learned moving us forward in life a bit wiser. Then there are the few who struggle with mistakes. Looking at these mistakes as failing. It’s that failure that some of see as a lack of ability to be creative, be intelligent, having smarts or talent. Is fear of failure the new mental block we need to overcome? Let’s explore.
Hello all you masters and mistress of words, here we are again on the mass shooting merry-go-round. This time America got a triple. Two mass shootings within hours of each other and a week from the Gilroy Garlic Festival shooting. I’m not going to give a lecture on the importance of gun control because if you read this blog, you’ll see that this debate has been going since the 1966 starting with the shooting at University of Texas.
Hello all you masters of words, today I’m feeling a bit down and under the weather. Thisweek has been very tough in fact, this month has been very tough. I feel like my words aren’t being heard and I’m falling deeper into my depression. I put on a brave face, its all an act. Whenever someone ask how I am doing my generic response is “I’m doing just fine” clearly not true. I should get the Academy Award for best fake-smile. I’m far from being fine. I’m far from being normal, I mean what is normal? The truth is I’m scared, I feel beat-up and I’m worn-out. I am terrified of the things I can’t control. I blogged about this before where there’s such anxiety of things that haven’t happened that I spend weeks trying to control. It’s like your on a train the deer on the track you see it but this little time to react. Just buckle up and hope for the best. I’m so worn-out I been play at this game with a defeater’s attitude. The constant fighting is wearing me down, trying to be everything to everyone. Struggling is a term that is often used when describing an bipolar depression episode, however, I am beyond struggling I’m drowning. No rock I can crawl under will help hide the pain I am in.
I often quote famous movies that inspire my soul, for example “Let Good Thoughts Be Your Sword and Shield” Vida Boheme Too Wong Foo Thanks For Everything Julie Newmar. Or “I’mSorry But Earth Is Closed Today” Iron Man/Tony Stark Avengers Infinity War.In some strange way these quotes often tell a tale of how I’m feeling, you know, very relatable. Stick with me on this. I promise it will make sense in the end. Hello I’m Sunny Larue known as the Professional Martini Drinking Blogger and today’s blog post is inspired by relatable quotes.
Christmas is that time of year where everything feels nice and cozy. People tend to be in a better mood. Yes of course there’s those who are a drag & those who are crooks but for the most part Christmas brings out that inner playful kid in all of us. Beside the rush of tackling the Christmas shopping, black Friday & cyber Monday preparing Christmas dinner is on everyone minds. As I put together my Christmas dinner menu, I got to thinking if I could have the ultimate Christmas dinner who would I invite as dinner guests?
(Vraylar is medication used to help with symptoms of bipolarism. You should always consult with a physician or a mental health care professional before taking any type of medication. The makers of Vraylar is not a sponsor nor affiliate of this website or blog)Sunny Larue is not a licensed therapist, physician or health care professional.If you are struggling with thoughts of suicide or self harm dial 911 or contact your physician, therapist or health care professional. You can contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at (800) 273-8255for assistance.
The past eighteen months has been a rollercoaster ride of emotions. As twenty-twenty-one comes to an end, I thought about my last blog post of the year. It’s a toss up between my Chum, Covid-19 or the major events of twenty-twenty-one that had my emotions spinning. I decided to be very candid and try to articulate this rollercoaster ride of a year. I hit many peaks some brought on by the events of the year and some brought on by personal events.
Hello all you wizards of words, I’m Sunny Larue known as the Professional Martini Drinking Blogger and today’s blog post is inspired by the constant rollercoaster ride of bipolarism. We all saw the “Vraylar” commercial; (Vraylar is not a sponsor or affiliated with this website and blog) you know the one about the ups and downs of mood swings associated with depression and bipolarism using rollercoaster to articulate the behavior. That’s exactly how I feel. Imagine you’re at an amusement park and the tallest, fastest rollercoaster is this 3 minute giga-coaster with speeds of one hundred mph. You’re anticipating a ride that you think you’re in control of but in reality the whole experience is out of your control.
As a child I thought my big lips were my downfall. Everyday I would get teased about the size of my lips. As far back as I can remember, as I grew my lips grew two size larger. In class I would sit and daydream about having plastic surgery to have them deflated. Momma use say “oh they’re all jealous because God gifted you these lips.” Jealous huh? It doesn’t feel that way when the kids point and laugh. I was called every name in the book every derogatory clever name created I was called.