Memories Take Us Back. Dreams Take Us Forward.

Las Vegas native married to a former Marine.
Taking it one day at a time, raising two miracle babies.
I am struggling with Depression, Bipolar Disorder, Onychophagia (compulsive nail biting) and recovering from Self Harm. These are my stories and this is my recovery. If you want, you're welcome to join me.

Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.
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never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety never make fun of someones anxiety

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Interesting how we’re always hearing how shameful and irresponsible it is to be a teen mom.

But we never hear the same messages directed at teen dads.

Or even the words “teen dad”.

It’s almost like society demonizes women’s sexuality and sexual choices while absolving men of all sexual responsibility and judgement.

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Okay, so this whole binge eating thing is a lot worse than I really thought.

I had In N Out for lunch and like three hours later I ordered Chinese food, a lot of food and stuffed my face. Then went to dinner a few hours later. I eat so much during the day. Maybe that’s not the definition of a binge? Please, correct me if I’m wrong. I eat when I’m hungry and I eat when I’m bored. The one thing I have a hard time with are chips and cereal. I’ll eat a whole bag of chips in one sitting or a half a box of cereal. I eat until I’m uncomfortably full.

I feel if I admit that to a therapist she’ll want to place me into an inpatient program. Do they do that? I can’t be away from my kids like that. I have to see them every day. I have to hold them and love them. I have the feed them and bathe them and play with them. I can’t be locked away. I don’t want to be locked away. I know I can fight this, I just need help but I don’t know where to look. I feel if I continue this way, the kids will pick it up as a habit and gain (unhealthy) weight or be afraid of food. I know my actions will always have an impact on them whether it be positive or negative.

I don’t know..
That’s where I’m at today.



Nailed it.




Nailed it.


did-you-kno: is a company that is hired to send a gallon of cow, elephant or gorilla poop to a person’s friend or enemy anonymously.





this won’t get 1% of the women’s version of this post. 

the world we live in, and people in general don’t care about men. we are pretty much robots who aren’t allowed to show emotion. we’re taught from a young age that boys don’t cry. 

fact is women are sexualised, men are idealised. because men can’t be raped because they’re big and strong right? right? yea, pretty much the idiots view of living. 

signal boost this shit

reblogging because I cannot stand when people act like women are the only things in the world

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Just saw this in the mall- words cant describe how happy this made me.

Woah! I hate the puzzle piece gear but everything else is great.

I’m so glad this is just in the middle of the mall. It’s nothing special, it’s not trying to “warn” anyone, it’s just a friendly PSA. Plus, kids who are old enough to read but don’t know anything about Autism can learn and ask their parents questions.

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she won’t remember

smiling before drinking my milk
or falling asleep after
still latched

the way she grabbed my hair
or my finger
or my shirt
or my necklace

my too-frequent kisses
or our midnight cuddles

but i will

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I really don’t care what kind of blogs you have, This deserves a reblog

man the last image really got me..

The second to last really killed me.

A simple thing we see frequently on the Internet being put into the perspective of real life.

The last one put me to tears all I can think is my grandpa and how much I miss him

I don’t advocate war but the I have a lot of love for the victims of it. These put things into perspective.

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I’m proud of this.

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Introduce yourselves.
Let’s get to know each other.

Thanks for wanting to be apart of my crazy life.

Last night I was worried about how much I eat and today I stuffed my face with In N Out.

I’m not even sure what I want anymore.