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Weekly Word Challenge: Friendship

Weekly Word Challenge

This week the theme is ‘friendship.’ For each of us, who we consider to be a friend is different – this doesn’t necessarily mean someone that we have known for a long time, and we all look for different qualities in someone that we would consider our friends. The blogging community is based around the idea of friendship, and some of my online friends are as supportive as those in real life…


While I was going through the worst years of my social anxiety, I cut myself off from the world, some of my family, and most of my friends. I had one friend who refused to allow me to hide from her.

She came to visit with me at least once a week, and I found that I could talk to her; she understood. Of course, I had great family support from my husband, my mom, and my youngest daughter. The laughter and support helped me make it through a very rough time in my life.

I first came to know my friend about seventeen years ago. We were working together and immediately hit it off. Although she is ten years younger than me, we became best friends. We helped each other back then. She can make me laugh, like no one else. She can poke fun at me, without me getting mad about it. I love her dearly.

I have a few fellow bloggers that I consider as friends. We can chat about things and let each other know that we are there if needed. We cheer each other on when we are struggling with writing and/or life. I’m not going to call any names, but you know who you are.

My social anxiety has released it’s largest hold on me, but I still have to deal with a lot of general anxiety. I struggle with depression every day. I also have several chronic illnesses that keep me down; Chronic Kidney Disease, Diabetes I and II, Fibromyalgia, Osteoarthritis, and Sleep Apnea.

Writing every day is my biggest helper.

Weekly Word Challenge: Life

Weekly Word Challenge

Life is chaotic, crazy, and definitely not what I expected. I dreamed that I would go to college, become a journalist, move to NYC, meet and marry Mr. Right, and have a couple of children. That dream was not meant to be.

The reality of my life is a big struggle. I became pregnant and married at the tender age of seventeen. My dream of going to college and becoming a journalist was shattered. In reality, I was married to an alcoholic that couldn’t and wouldn’t hold a job. I became the ‘bread winner’ of the family and the provider of insurance. I worked long, hard days; including all the over-time I could get. It was still a struggle living from one week to another.

After working at a shirt factory for sixteen years, I left for a better paying food factory. At the food factory the work was hard, but it paid very well, and there were a lot of opportunities for over-time. Finally, I felt secure enough to divorce my husband of nearly twenty years.

My youngest daughter, and I, made it just fine.

Nearly three years after my divorce, I married my second husband. He was retired from the Army, had a great work ethic, and his shoulders were big enough to carry me and my baggage. This marriage brought a lot of changes; a move to a new city, my daughter having to change schools, and eventually a change of jobs.

My new husband didn’t want me to work, so I went back to school. I, no longer, wanted to be a journalist; I wanted to be a writer. I had kept a journal during my first marriage and had kept dreaming up stories in my head and typing them up.

I took some English, Literature, and Creative Writing Courses, but my degree turned out to be an AS in Human Services. I found myself working for the local school system, where my husband was working. My job title was Homeless Children and Youth Home-School Liaison. The job included: identifying homeless children and youth, ensuring they had all the required school supplies, and passable clothing. I also had to do home visits and keep in touch with parents or grandparents. I was strictly on salary, but my job included many hours outside of what I was getting paid for and required heavy lifting and hauling.

By this time, my thirty-three years of production work, overtime, and heavy lifting started showing up in the failings of my body. I was suffering from lower-back pain, osteoarthritis in my knees, and found out I was a diabetic. My health deteriorated rapidly and forced me to have to leave my job. Then I developed chronic kidney disease, sleep apnea, and Neurothopy problems.

Thank goodness for computers and the world wide web. I found I could still write and started doing some freelance writing, here and there. I began blogging and soon found that I could write and self-publish. Writing has made me happy, but it is my grandchildren that keep me going.

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