Different Hats

A woman who wears different hats in her everyday life.

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Artist, Mother, Student, Blogger.
  • Crying The Blues, A Benzodiazepine Story

    Crying The Blues, A Benzodiazepine Story

    Seven years ago I was a different person. My life was in the imaginary hands of plastic bottles filled with little pills that were either orange, white, or blue. Once a month I would flee to the pharmacy to pickup my plethora of prescriptions after having a meeting with the Psychiatrist, and I never looked forward to any of them except for one – the one medication that stayed consistent with my excessive cocktail experimentation.

    A medication so powerful that I could no longer recognize who I was when I looked into the mirror, but I didn’t care much. For such a long time it was the only thing that made me feel better in this dreadful world, it was a temporary escape from my reality. I used to feel so sedated – and what I mean by that is everything from movement to performing a simple task just felt like it took years to accomplish, and it was such an amazing feeling that I used to wish I felt like this all of the time.

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  • DIY Minecraft Creeper Halloween Costume

    DIY Minecraft Creeper Halloween Costume

    I LOVE Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday right next to Christmas. The costumes, lawn decorations, pumpkins, hay rides, leaves, the crisp air, and the free candy – it’s a wonderful time of the year! The first week of September is spent unboxing all of my Halloween stuff and spreading it around inside and outside of my house. I like to decorate early.

    I’ll start with the inside part – little pumpkins on the windowsills with fake leaves, spider webs dangling from the ceiling, candles in each room with scents like candy corn or apple cider donuts, and filling a giant bowl with all sorts of candies.

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  • Sally, the Mannequin

    Sally, the Mannequin

    Not very long ago, while out on a dumpster diving adventure, I found a mannequin. I thought this was pretty cool, so naturally, I pulled it out from the Old Navy dumpster and threw it into the car.

    I’m an artist, and I like to create new and different things—or at least I like to think that way. I’ve never worked on something like this before. I needed some ideas, and thank goodness for Pinterest.

    There’s not much with mannequins and custom creations, just some basic stuff that didn’t appeal to my eye. I wanted to create something that was unique and stood out from the rest.

    At first, I couldn’t think of a damn thing to do with it. I got bored one day while staring at it and decided to paint the whole thing one color. Blue as an ice-cold death.

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  • Motherhood is…

    Motherhood is…

    The most unique experience a woman will ever go through. A tiny human growing inside your tummy and taking over the organs. Constant peeing in the panties and vomiting after every meal. Gagging from the smell of butter garlic noodles and feeling disturbed from grilled salmon. Eating the entire bag of mixed Halloween chocolate candy. Hunched over in the shower struggling to shave. Restless legs while trying to sleep on your side. Windex and polish everything even when it’s already been cleaned. Crying alone in a room overwhelmed with negative thoughts. Lower back burning with fire and ankles swelling as you walk. Driving to the gynecologist office to pee into a cup and be asked the same questions from the week before. Blood draws, glucose tests, specialists, stress. Sometimes it feels as if nine months will be for the rest of your life.

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  • Mental Illness & Meghan

    Mental Illness & Meghan

    For as long as I can remember, I have always felt different from other humans, as if there’s something wrong with me. There are many days I question my existence and think about what could possibly be my purpose on this planet. As I sit on the ground fondling with the grass, watching the sun set into darkness, I close my eyes and the tears escape.

    Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong in life, was it something that I did in a previous life and I was paying for the consequences now? I wasn’t always the best type of person to be around when I was younger and I’ve made a tremendous amount of mistakes, some unforgivable to those I once loved. Now that I have children I try and do the right things and make the right decisions, for them and for myself, and yet I still feel like I am a failure at life.

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  • The First Post

    The First Post

    Hiya, and welcome to my attempt at blogging! Let’s get right into the introduction and what this blog is going to be about.

    My name is Meghan. I am 32 years old, I live in New Jersey, and I wear hats. What that means is that I have different roles/jobs in my everyday life. I thought it would be a cool idea to share what my life is like – things that I do now and what I used to do when I was free. “Free” meaning a time in my life where I didn’t have to be responsible, just wild.

    About ten years ago at some random house party, I met a man who told me that I wear a lot of different hats. I wasn’t wearing a hat at the time, so I asked him, “What do you mean?” His response was “Have you never heard of this expression before?” Then he cracked open a Coors Light bottle and explained it to me.

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  • I Am A Dumpster Diver, Searching For Treasure in the Garbage

    I Am A Dumpster Diver, Searching For Treasure in the Garbage

    Dumpster diving is probably one of the coolest hobbies that I have. It’s exciting, dirty, and the most important – everything is free! For the longest time, I would occasionally scroll through videos and come across people who have the balls to jump inside and out of the dumpsters. Sometimes it’s nothing inside and other times these people are pulling out bags and bags of thrown away items. I’ll be the first one to admit that I was very skeptical of this concept. It seems to easy to just walk up to a random dumpster, have a look inside, and pull up a huge white bag filled with snacks, chocolates, sweets…and not even spend a dollar.

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