Dakota Denise
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Every story I publish is real lived, witnessed, survived, by myself or from others who trusted me to tell the story. Enjoy š
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I Didnāt Lose My Mind ā I Outgrew Chaos
For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me. I thought I was overthinking. I thought I was reading too deeply into situations that were meant to be taken at face value. I thought I was emotional, dramatic, sensitiveāevery word people use when they donāt want to engage with whatās actually being said.
By Dakota Denise about a month ago in Confessions
While Your Case Is Under Review
While Your Case Is Under Review The message arrived almost immediately. I had barely closed the browser window before my phone vibrated. An emailāpolite, efficientāthanked me for submitting my materials and assured me they had been received. It explained that my case was now under review and that I would be contacted if additional information was required.
By Dakota Denise 2 months ago in Journal
I'm 47 and My Sleep is a Threat To Society . Content Warning.
Iām 47 Years Old and Sleep Is a Threat to Society Let me be very clear about something. I do not sleep. Not because I donāt want to. Not because Iām trying to be productive. But because my brain refuses to shut the fuck down.
By Dakota Denise 2 months ago in Confessions
I'm 47 and My Taste Buds are a Threat To Society Currently Running a Conspiracy . Content Warning.
Iām 47 Years Old and My Taste Buds Are Running a Conspiracy I donāt know who changed my stomachās settings, but I would like to file a formal complaint.
By Dakota Denise 2 months ago in Confessions
I Forgot My Password and It Ruined My Entire Day
I forgot my password. Not in a dramatic, end-of-the-world way. Not in a āsomeone hacked meā way. Just a regular, ordinary, soul-eroding kind of forgot my password. The kind that shouldnāt matter. The kind that absolutely does.
By Dakota Denise 2 months ago in Confessions
The Last Thing We Did Together
I leave the message at 11:43 every night because thatās when you used to come home. I donāt remember deciding that. It isnāt written anywhere. No alarm goes off. My body just knows when itās time, the way it knows when to swallow or flinch or stop reaching for your side of the bed.
By Dakota Denise 3 months ago in Confessions
