Forgiveness isn’t always about them—it’s about us. For years, I carried the weight of anger, guilt, and expectation. But the truth is, I don’t owe him grace. I owe it to myself. This is my story of finding peace, not in forgiving the person who hurt me, but in finally forgiving myself.
Author: Nurseferatu
Productivity on My Own Terms
Redefining productivity after stroke recovery: why sometimes skipping the checklist to fish in Fallout is exactly what you need.
The Relevance of Time
The relevance of time—or as I like to put it, some people have no fucking idea about the passage of time. Here’s why I say this: When I was first under investigation and we got to the uncomfortable part, my lawyer came to me and said they were offering to reduce the suspension/revocation to three …
Why the Fuck Do I Feel This Way?
Welcome to another episode of “why the fuck do I feel this way?” Years ago, there was a Mel Brooks movie called *Blazing Saddles*. In it, Madeline Kahn played the character Lili von Shtupp, who had, for lack of a better description, an Elmer Fudd-style speech pattern. In one of her saloon numbers, she sang …