Love Me Challenge: Day Four


A person who loves You

Chris. He has been my rock for almost six years now. I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. We’ve had our fair share of ups and downs, but that’s what life is about.

He has seen me at my best, and at my worst (labour is both beautiful and ugly at the same time)! He has caused some wounds, but from those I’ve been able to build a stronger exterior.

I love him more than anyone else (well, except our son) and I know he feels the same way. 



Love Me Challenge: Day Three


A word that describes You

I have always been emotional. So that would probably describe me best.

In both negative and positive ways.

Yes I can get over emotional about silly little things that lead to me blowing things out of proportion, but I also can connect emotionally with people (and animals) better than some.

I don’t think I would ever want to change that about me, maybe I’ll continue to work on toning down my freak outs from getting emotional, but being emotionally sensitive is a good thing for me.

Can’t Catch a Break.

Between dealing with the ups and downs of new medication, a sinus cold and a sick, cranky three year old I haven’t had much time for myself these past couple of weeks. I’ve got a lot of book reviews to catch up on and quite a few blogs written out in my head. Hopefully I will have the time to catch up this week, and maybe set a few blogs aside for future backup. 


This is a dream that I did have
Thinking about my father
He’s the guy I have to thank
I wouldn’t be here
If I wasn’t his daughter

All these years go by so fast
I never stopped to say thank you
For giving me a life to live
A place to go
And a family that I will always know
For helping me along the way
How to get through
Every single day
For showing me how to survive
In the world we live in

SKThompson, 2003

One Day At a Time

Going into this experience with anti-depressants, I only had negative personal experience to relate to.

Now that I’ve been taking the medication for just over four weeks I think I’ve come to fully recognize some of the side effects that I’ve experienced.

The most noteable is the dry mouth. I can drink a whole bottle of water and still feel parched. Which isn’t so bad–it means I remember to drink water more often.

The second side effect I’ve noticed is constipation. I’ve increased my fiber intake and managed to regulate again–but the first few days were not fun.

The final side effect I’ve experienced thus far is an increased sex drive which is definitely welcome, but uncommon. From everything I’ve read and been told a decrease is to be expected–at least in the beginning.

Side effects aside, I’ve continued to notice an increase in my ability to handle stress-inducing situations. I still have bad days where every little thing annoys me, but I’ve found that even on those days it doesn’t take as long to calm back down.

Obviously these are just my experiences and each person will have their own unique reactions to anti-depressants. I am just here to share my experience and take this road to self-acceptance one day at a time.

Once Upon A Love

Don’t try to say you’re sorry
It won’t work this time
I’ve heard it all baby
This is where I draw the line
Because I’ve moved on
And learned that
You’re not worth waiting for
I’m tired of all the could be’s
I’m not living in the past anymore
We said we’d last forever
That the good times would never end
But baby this ain’t working

Is it too late to just be friends?

SKThompson, 2009

Oh, Brother.

Alright. This may be a long one.

I’ll start where Family Secrets left off.

Obviously the first thing I do when I’m told of the rumor that I have a brother is look him up on Facebook. What did we do before the internet?

It wasn’t hard to find him, I knew his first and last name and that his cousin was friends with my cousin.

I started to creep his pictures–I needed to see if he was my brother, and somehow thought that I would just know if I saw the right picture. 

And then I saw the picture. And at that moment I knew, I knew that he was my brother.  


The resemblance is uncanny. This boy, whose photos I have just creeped on Facebook, who (at the time) may or may not have been my brother, looks quite like my cousin, Michael [see below].


I was so sure of our relation in that moment that I (internally) got quite angry when people would point out that a picture is not proof. 

I knew I couldn’t explain the feeling, so I kept my feelings in check and let my family and friends tell me that I shouldn’t ‘get my hopes up’.

Regardless, I messaged him. Nothing too weird, just a simple ‘Hey, this may seam weird, but I heard a rumour that Bruce Thompson (my dad) may be your dad too.’

He responded with ‘Yeah, I’ve heard that rumour, lol’.

From there we talked about the possibility of us being siblings, our feelings about it, and how to go about confirming it. Do you know how sketchy some DNA testing sites look? I never had a need for DNA testing so it was never something I’ve looked into before, but with a little research we set up an appointment for my dad and him to go in and get the test done.
We found out in October 2014 that we were officially siblings and I couldn’t have been happier. He’s a great guy, we’ve and our conversations have only gotten better. 

Although I only just got the chance to meet him this past July, and only got a couple of days to hang out (that’s a post for another day), I know that our relationship is only going to get better.