A not-so-Irish Goodbye

 I started this blog 16 years ago, and it is WILD to see my thoughts from so long ago. I still like to look back on it from time to time, as something of a mirror into past me. Waving through the years at a time capsule of who I was in the moment.

But the person who started this blog is not the person I am now, and hasn't been for quite some time. I've been through divorce, childbirth, a pandemic, a lifetime of Motherhood, betrayal, addiction, recovery, and very nearly literal rebirth. So I think it's time to put this blog to bed.

I will still leave it up, because I think it's fun. But I won't be adding to it anymore. If you've stayed with me this long, thank you. You can still follow me over at claire-michael.com, or visit my linktree at https://linktr.ee/seebeedubs to find me everywhere findable.

It's time for the princess to be a queen. 

Now will somebody get this walking carpet out of my way?

An Open Letter to Someone Who Will Probably Never See This

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Shadow

My deepest fear, my dearest dread
It doesn't live under the bed
Or in the closet, no instead
its residence is in my head
That monster that is me

It tells me that I'm all alone

To old for help, but still not grown

And when I try to fight I'm shown

The sharpest shame I've ever known

By the monster that is me

It tells me I'm unlovable

A monster unrecov'rable

A puny thing, so shoveable

Too dark for up above, a full-

-on mosnter, that is me.

And knowing it's lying doesn't deaden its claws

Or dullen the fangs that extend from its jaws

It knows where to scratch, where to hurt, where to bite

It knows how to drain me of all will to fight

Cause the monster that hates me, that tries to sedate me

That causes irate me, that never escapes me

That monster, that monster, the thing that most hates me

 

That horrible monster is me. 

Art by Reddit User TallulahDankhead and available here