Becky Troup

Joined November 2023

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The Deer, The Boat, and The Harbor Master. Content Warning.
It was just me in the office working for the Harbormaster in Portland, Maine. The Harbormaster, who I’ll call Gabe, was new. He had just come out of the Navy, and he was restless.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Humor
Maybe Your Work Isn’t Good Enough To Sell
Just because you’re creating content doesn’t mean it’s going to sell. I follow several creative subreddits where people often ask why their art isn’t selling on Redbubble, Threadless, Shopify, Etsy, Amazon, and so forth. They explain how they've created and marketed a bunch of art, but can't figure out why they’re not making sales.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Art
Can You Control the Quality of Your POD Products?
When you want to sell your art as framed art or printed on products, it seems like it’s as simple as picking a supplier to link to Etsy or a Shopify account.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Art
Who Am I Without Anyone?
Loneliness. As a sensitive soul, the weight of loneliness has felt crushing at times. Believing it was a void to be filled, a need to be met, I searched for wholeness. Rejection led to fewer and fewer boundaries, more and more self-doubt, and sometimes self-hatred.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Humans
While I: A Poem of ADHD
My mind scatters off Excited. Checking my email, while I Listen to a conference call, while I Look up How-to videos on Youtube, while I
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Poets
I See the Light!
The Only Way To Live Is According To What Others Think It doesn't matter if I'm told to do contradictory things. Be a doctor and a lawyer? Done. Be a Catholic, Evangelical, Paganist, Mormon- I'm everything all at once! In fact, I trust in God and believe there's no such thing.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Humans
Sugar Squirts
I was very confused by the plastic bag full of empty sugar packets. I stood and stared for a few minutes, trying to work out an explanation that made sense. There weren't even granules of leftover sugar, as though the packets had been vacuumed clean. What on earth? And why was this sitting on the kitchen counter?
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Humor
Forcing Myself to Write Like I’m Proficient While I’m Anything But
Maybe I was too ambitious to think I could simultaneously squeeze worthy ideas out of my right brain while editing my thoughts into coherent articles with my left brain.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Writers
How I Got Closure with My Mom by Asking AI to Say Sorry
It’s been a heart-wrenching year where I’ve experienced my Mom’s silence following an angry outburst, sparked by my refusal to be the family’s target. I never would have guessed at her weeks-long reaction, let alone her refusal to reach out to move forward.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Psyche
My Brother Thought Patriot Mobile Would Protect His Data
"I told him if I saw him in the driveway, I'd shoot him on the spot." My brother's eyebrows up; his face resolute. "Over asking for some spare cans of food?" I ask, my eyebrows raised, unconvinced and skeptical.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Humans
I Ran A Prostitution Ring And Didn’t Even Know It
I was nearing the end of my four weeks at a drug and alcohol treatment center, compliments of the Navy, when I was unexpectedly called into an office.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Humor
The Movement of No-Contact: Why We're Standing Up To Family Abuse
For most of my life, I believed my family was close, and I became very confused when my brother and aunt ignored me for years without explanation. During times of contact, no explanation was ever given. They often lied to my mom about our conversations, directly insulted me, and made up lies about me when talking to my mom. Mom, who maintained regular contact with them, refused to confront any of it. I was left to my defenses, which were dismissed every time.
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Families