Courtney is very real


My #BeReal guest today is Courtney Keesee.


When I think about what it means to be real, the first thing to comes to my mind is not hiding from the world, even though it’s an evil world full of evil people ready to judge you and tear you to shreds. And I don’t mean not wearing makeup or not dying your hair, those are some of my favorite things to do, and in my opinion they can help you express yourself.

No, I mean not hiding who you are as a person. And your hair color doesn’t determine who you are.

But not hiding, that is a whole new concept to me. To be exact, I have only been exploring this concept and exploring who I am as a person for about a year now.

When you grow up in a small town located in what people call the bible…

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An Open Letter to My Past – Jay Long

Jay writes to someone and the past.

Nicole Lyons

It took me a little time but it finally has come. The gut punch that feels as if it came from the far reaches of the map hitting me squarely. Although our time was short, my love grew quicker than I’d like to admit. Quicker than yours. Deeper than yours. I finally stopped long enough today to think on what happened. But this house is far too quiet to think. I never knew how small these four walls were until they started to squeeze. I frequently think of you during the day. At night, while I stare at the stars and moon I whisper your name, hoping that somehow we are still connected and you will hear me.

It seems as if my entire adult life has been patched together with one broken moment after the next. Some say it’s bad timing, others say it’s just not meant to be…

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Stephanie shares the beauties that inspire her.


Please welcome my #BeReal guest Stephanie Ortéz


For as long as I can remember I always felt compelled to unleash my talents to the world. My Grandmother nurtured my artistic talents by being both my adviser & biggest fan. She would collect fashion magazines and teach me how to braid my hair. She and I were so close that I didn’t even mind sharing my room with her. She would help me hone my artistic instincts by listening to classical music every night. Though, sadly, she has long since passed away, I can still perceive her presence when searching my mind for artistic & personal inspiration.

The most important lesson she taught me was to express my true self, even when discouraged by critical opinion. “Always be yourself, Stefi” she would say to me. I always fell back on her advice when my hands were sweating and my heart beating…

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My Past is Positive, Not Tortured

Neesa notices something important

Unlearning Schizophrenia

As lucky as my life circumstances have been, at times, I wonder, Why me?

Why did I develop mental illness?  What did I do to deserve developing PTSD as a child, depression as a teenager, and Schizoaffective disorder as young adult?
Indeed, mental illness has shaped much of who I am.  It seems to have followed me wherever I go.  Luckily, I am well treated with excellent medications and stellar professionals.  But for me to get to this point of finding the “perfect balance” of treatment… Dare I say, it took twenty years for the doctors to get it right.  And in that time period… I fell hard.  I would never want to live those years of my life again.
See… That is also something that eludes me.  Various people report that their childhood years were full of bliss and play, and that children are free of the responsibilities that affect adults. …

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Open Letter to Cat Eating Foot Bloggers

Does this blog suck? She says so, but many may disagree. 😀

Renee Robbins. Writes.

That title doesn’t even make sense. How are we supposed to sort out what’s really going on there? What IS happening to that cat? It looks unethical. This blog sucks.

So, I guess there was a rumble in the blogosphere, or something? Some blogger on blogger conflict. I wasn’t part of the action. I’m not very relevant.

Why is that? Is it because I’m embarrassing?

It is, isn’t it? Am I the friend you can’t take anywhere? Is it because of the lingham massage thing? Or the chicken pot pie thing?

The chicken pot pie thing continues to bring visitors more consistently than any other post, presumably because people want to know how to properly eat one. The lingham massage post follows closely behind, presumably for a similar reason. Sadly, neither post provides especially helpful info on delicious artery-clogging convenience foods or pretentious hand-jobs.

So I don’t expect to be doing a sponsored…

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#BeReal – RA AVIS

The art and practice of being real


My #BeReal guest today is Ra Avis.


I love fairy tales and blanket forts. I love daydreams and dandelion wishes.  I think if you asked most of my friends and family to describe me, these concept would be tossed around.

But they’d also tell you, for all my whimsicality, I am  real.

My feet are planted in reality.
I own the path I’ve walked, I own the mistakes I’ve made.

I take responsibility for the footsteps and people I’ve left behind.

To be real in present tense is to take ownership of your past tense, and stake claim in your future.

To be real is to accept your journey.

To be real is to be your own light, and not let someone else color your path.  Not the one you’ve walked or crawled, not the patch where you have made your stands, and not the possibility of what comes after…

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