Thoughts of a Narcoleptic Mind

I have learned actions speak a thousand times louder than words. I am not one who is predisposed to make snap judgements. I do notice everything though. I may not say anything about everything I see, but don't think for one minute I don't notice. Just because I am quiet in my demeanor, do not for one second underestimate my intelligence. Sometimes it is the quiet ones who spend the most time in deepest thought. Sometimes we are quiet because we realize which battles are not worth taking a second  our time to address so we just quietly move on to more important things before you have even realized it. I prayed to God for discernment and He opened my eyes to the fact that He granted me that ability long ago. It has always been there. You see I listen to not just what is said but what isn't said. I listen to how words are said and the context in which they are used. Everything from the posts you like to the pics you add to your page make a statement about your character. Faci

What happened to discretion? I guess it has become a lost art. What happened to the days where what went on behind closed doors stayed behind closed doors? I always believed the best thing about being in a relationship was having that person by your side you were meant to grow with. I thought it was about spending your life with your best friend, your soul mate. What about two souls connecting, becoming one in God's eyes? When did relationships diminish in value to something you brag or boast about like some kind of cheap, gaudy possession? When did how big a freak a person is or what he or she will and won't do in the bedroom become a determining factor in whether a person is relationship worthy? Maybe I am naive but I thought the exciting part of relationships was learning about each other spiritually, emotionally and physically and discovering together what makes the other happy. I grew up believing that you supported each other through your struggles and that is how relatio

No, I am nor that mother, I am not that one. No, I am not going to apologize for not being that one. I am not the one to pop my children in the mouth or curse them out if they get flippant. No, I am not trying to be their friend instead of their mother because I don't.  What I am is a tired, parhologically sleepy, cataplexic who is doing the best she can with what she has been given, which unfortunately doesn't include much moral or emotional support at all. I try to remain optimistic and positive as much as possible but it can be hard. The funny thing is it is not this disease Narcolepsy that is starting to make me bitter. It is the people around me and the stupid things they say. Well, I am about to put it all out there now, because I am tired. I don't mean because of the Narcolepsy either. I am tired of pretending I feel OK when I don't to help or support others who don't know or appreciate just how much it takes out of me.I am tired of fighting to hide or disg

Wrong if you do, wrong if you don't....l find it amazing that will all the anger, strife, fear, danger and despair that already exists in this largely corrupt world, some people will purposely seek out the smallest of things to turn into the ugliest of situations. Point in fact, the "Bring Our Girls Back" posts are one of the ways being utilized to draw attention to the kidnapping of 200 plus Nigerian girls to bring them back home. Recently, our FLOTUS Michelle Obama tweeted a post which, for the most part, was received for what it was, a show of support. There were, of course, the usual, anti anything Obama supports is wrong. Even if they say water is wet it must not be true because it came from an Obama. The comments that stood out for me in regards to this post were, "You have the resources to do more. You can go get those girls." and "They aren't our girls." Hmmm!  Let us discuss these resources shall we. Are these the same resources that were