Hi! I'm Kelly.

As a writer, I've always been interested in family stories. When I heard of a Satanic cult in my family tree, I thought I'd found the story of a lifetime. Read more.

On Forgetting

On Forgetting

I slept in my contacts last night and spent all day squinting from behind an old pair of glasses. My eyes still feel sandy and swollen. Seems a steep price to pay for such a simple little thing to forget. But then I said the same about forgetting to refill my SSRI prescription last week, after I spent several days dizzy and nauseous.

I’m still finding the balance between hard work and self-care. Thankfully the Muse headband has been working well. I’ve gotten almost half an hour of meditation in today — ten minutes in the morning, and fifteen after the boys went to bed. Having the auditory feedback when my mind starts to wander is such a helpful tool, and has made it much easier to stay focused on my breath.

I can’t imagine how much easier it will seem a month from now, assuming I can keep it up. Assuming it doesn’t become yet another thing I forget.

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A Dream About a Zoo

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