Last.Damn.Call

Have any skeletons in your closet? I do. Not as many I used to. I want to help you mold all those bones into one BIG-ASS scary skeleton. Now, take a tiny bone. Maybe a pinky finger. Make your peace, confess a wrong, admit a fault, apologize to someone, ask for forgiveness. Give that bone a proper burial. Say all the things you need to say. Wish it well. Say a prayer. Lay it to rest. Don’t try to bury the whole damn thing at once. That’s too much. Too overwhelming. My name is Lindsey Cox, and I am a recovering alcoholic. Through my life experiences, exploration of trauma, a boat load of excuses for my past behaviors, and lots of research, I want to help you bury all those nasty bones that haunt you on a daily basis. Maybe on an hourly basis. The intention of this blog is to help you heal from whatever Boogeyman lurks in the darkest corners of your life. From your past. From your present. Haunts your dreams. We can be grave diggers together down a dark, murky path, where there is indeed light peeking through at the other end.

lindseymariecox2024@gmail.com

I am a hypocrite.

I have judged others for ways they have acted. I have acted poorly too many times to count.

I have gossiped about people for their life choices. I have made so many poor choices in this life–gossip worthy ones.

I have talked bad about people for being a liar. I have lied to make myself look better many times.

I have made fun of people for making stupid mistakes. My life consisted of stupid mistakes for many years.

We are all hypocrites. Because we are human. We are also embracing hatefulness with our remarks and by keeping hate in our hearts toward people we say are hateful. How can I say I hate someone for being hateful? Isn’t that being the ultimate hypocrite?

lindseymariecox2024

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