The Brilliance of Resilience

When people find out about the things that have happened in my past or the struggles that I have had with mental illness, I often hear that I am a strong person. These are compliments. Sort of. When those around me believe I am strong, I think, there is a subconscious level of permission that they give themselves to not worry about my emotional state when they do and say things. That if I outwardly emoted all that was within, they would feel compelled to be kinder, more sensitive people that thought through the words and actions that they chose when it involved me. Or, they would avoid me all together because my emotions would make them uncomfortable. This is the ultimate paradox that is only amplified when you are in an abusive situation or scenarios that cause consistent emotional pain.  I had a situation at work a few weeks ago where I was bullied after bringing a comment to light that I felt was inappropriate or something of note. My character was called out for bringing...

One of the best worst parts about The Simpsons is their clip shows. While they poke fun at the way that they just throw together half a plot with a bunch of their best stuff, we all know that it's the proverbial bye week of Sunday night animation. I haven't committed to watching an episode of The Simpsons for a few years, so if I caught a clip show, I would be hard pressed to understand the references. The good news about The Simpsons is that they are pretty good at being funny in context and out of context. I hope that my life is like that because it's been three weeks since I've written anything and I've got some feels to catch up with my zero followers. I've been trying to shy away from Facebook. I deleted the app, but I still check the mobile site a bit, but with decreased functionality. I make a few posts here and there, but not with the sass and voraciousness that I used to...for a few reasons. First, the "On this day," function seriously messe...