Things lately have been kinda crazy, but in a good way. I’ve ended a relationship and started a new one. I’ve worked on my mental health by getting into therapy. Also, I’ve lost a decent amount of weight over the past 3 years. I’m trying to improve myself each day, and it seems to be going mostly well. I’m still accident-prone. That being said, I nearly cut off the tip of my right ring finger earlier this week. Thankfully, it’s healing pretty well already. I’ve been considering writing about different Karen stories. I’ve also been considering writing about chapters in my life from my past. I’ve decided I’ll let what I write depend on that day.
I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Friends and family in my life are going through some rough patches. I’m a helper, it’s what I love to do. Unfortunately, being there is the only way I can help, and it’s killing me. Someone I was in a romantic relationship with once told me he disliked it when I tried to help. I took it personally; it’s a big part of me. The worst part was that I’ve told him this, and he still said it. I stayed with him another year. Lord knows why. That relationship was a waste of my time. I learned what I will never tolerate again, though. All of my relationships have taught me what I don’t want. This one, so far, as it’s fairly new, has been him showing me that he will treat me right. His name is Mark, and he’s probably the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He respects me and makes it clear I am a priority to him. He’s come down to see me, and he lives 2 hours away.

