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Knowing Where to Draw the Line

When it comes to politics, I try to avoid discussing it with other people. I respect other people’s decisions and choices and I won’t cut ties with them based on who they vote for.   But it’s when they start to act on the negative and hateful ideas pushed forward by certain politicians where I draw the line.   Until now, I have not had to do this. I know other Trump-supporters online who have posted things, but they never actively started being racist, homophobic, misogynistic liars towards others in real life. However, with the spate of so much hateful and racist content being posted on social media, it can be a sign that this is someone to avoid.   This is especially true if we work in the same field.   I have zero interest in working with two-faced people. An example is someone who is being hateful, homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist and ableist to others both on and offline, but sweet and kind to me. Would I want anything to do with such a person? Hell, no!  
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My Story: My Suicide Attempt

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  (Note: This is an excerpt from a memoir I am writing. Certain passages have been removed for brevity. Certain names have been changed to protect the identity of individuals.)   My sisters and I often headed out to the mall after school. One store we always went to was Waldenbooks. I remember how I’d walk into Waldenbooks with empty hands then walk out carrying a stack of books I bought. Well, it was at Waldenbooks where I met Jake. Jake worked at Waldenbooks and it wasn’t long before he caught my eye.   Unfortunately, I learned that Jake was 21 years older than me!   Still, my heart fell for him hard. We started talking on the phone for hours then we got to a point where I was often at his apartment. However, because of our age difference, Jake tried to keep things platonic. The problem was, neither of us could keep our hands off of each other, and at one point we almost went all the way. Jake, however, put a stop to things. He insisted that we just be friends. I was in l
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The Things That I “didn’t get around to doing” Are the Things I REALLY Need to Get Around To Doing!

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  Yesterday was my seventh soberversary. Being as excited as I was about it being the seventh year I was sober, I planned to tell everyone and post about it everywhere. I even pictured myself telling the clerk at the store that I was now seven years sober!   But I didn’t go anywhere yesterday, so I didn’t tell anyone who I saw while I was out. I just didn’t get around to going out.   And I didn’t post my picture about it on LinkedIn, because I just didn’t get around to it. (I was also going to write a blog post about it but I didn’t get around to that, either! Eh, I said what I needed to say about it in my Facebook comments.)   I keep thinking about that today. There are lots of things that, lately, I have not gotten around to doing that I REALLY need to do.   Like writing an article for a website that I write articles for. I keep turning this idea over in my head! Even on the day that I was wearing the T-shirt for this website, I was confident that was the day I’d wr
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Turning over a new leaf

Today is the first day of Fall. It’s my favorite season and I’m excited about getting just a bit closer to being able to put up all of my Halloween decorations. Now that I have my hallway back, I can bring back the Hall of Horrors! Yay!   But this new cycle of the year is not just about that or even about the return of the Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks. Though all of that is nice!   No, the reason for this blog post is that I had something happen recently, and with a message I received today, it really made me think!   As part of getting sober, I make it a point to do the things that I need to do in order to make peace with my past. This includes shadow work, exposure therapy, meditation and journaling. These things help me to come to terms with a lot of bad stuff that happened in my past. I will often remember the bad things that I did and once again fall into a pattern of self-loathing and insecurity. No matter how much I try to remind myself that I am not that person
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