Danielle Gargano
Bio
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love God. love people.
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grow through what you go through
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medical assistant
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cat mom
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severe empath
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musician
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imperfect, life-long Jesus lover
Stories (10)
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Show Me the Locket
"If we become separated, then reunited, how will I know whether I've found you, or a Shifter?" Nine-year-old Samson reviewed the scene in his head again. The day the sun never set all the way, 7 months ago, he and his older sister, Amelia, spoke in half-whispers sitting on the tile floor of their family's little kitchen. It was the only time he felt afraid, because Amelia had no answer. It had been a day they'd never hope to live again. There was dark stillness in their home. Power was lost weeks prior, which they knew was a sign, but now it was happening. Low-light lingered in the sky. It looked as though nature had a ceiling; everything outdoors was oddly tinted with a greenish-brown shadow. The sky was hauntingly overcast with very low, rolling lavender-gray clouds that hid the sun. There had been theories this day was nearing, but no way to know. They called it "The Dim." After The Dim started, the world would go mad. Some people would disappear, mostly adults; others would see things they couldn't explain.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Fiction
My Chosen Form of Expression is Lyrical
Language is such a gift. Language; the channel through which we communicate what we think and what we feel. Think about the importance of communicating these things, thoughts and feelings. If we have either a need or a desire for an external party to grasp a concept that only exists within the walls of our brain, we use language to forward it from our world alone to the world outside of ourselves. Everyone knows there are different facets of language.. verbal language, vocal tone, body language, facial expressions, or art. It could be poetry, handwriting, music or musical dynamics, clothing or makeup. These are only a few ways a person can transfer a feeling from inside their head to a second person's awareness. And there are some people who best express themselves through the use of song lyrics. This is the category that I fall into.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Motivation
I've Been Here 103 Days, I Think
I've been here 103 days, I think. I try to remember every night to scratch another tally mark on the smooth part of the wall, but I'm sure I've forgotten to do it some nights. I'm starting to run out of space. The majority of the walls are either old, corroded and water-damaged, or rough red bricks that can't be drawn on. I can't waste my paper by drawing tally marks; then I'd have nothing to write on. He only gives me 3 blank sheets a week, because I asked for it. That was kind of him. I use the space wisely; I got in the habit of writing in small letters so I could fit more on the page. I write slowly, so more time passes. I don't write about anything important.. only about what I see and feel; what I can't change. But I'll never write about what he does to me. The minute I write about that, it becomes real. I won't accept that as another thing that can't change. Instead, I write to forget. The pain, the fear, the hunger, the cold, the lack of brain-stimulation, the loneliness.. all of it.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Humans
I've Been Here 103 Days, I Think
I've been here 103 days, I think. I try to remember every night to scratch another tally mark on the smooth part of the wall, but I'm sure I've forgotten to do it some nights. I'm starting to run out of space. The majority of the walls are either old, corroded and water-damaged, or rough red bricks that can't be drawn on. I can't waste my paper by drawing tally marks; then I'd have nothing to write on. He only gives me 3 blank sheets a week, because I asked for it. That was kind of him. I use the space wisely; I got in the habit of writing in small letters so I could fit more on the page. I write slowly, so more time passes. I don't write about anything important.. only about what I see and feel; what I can't change. But I'll never write about what he does to me. The minute I write about that, it becomes real. I won't accept that as another thing that can't change. Instead, I write to forget. The pain, the fear, the hunger, the cold, the lack of brain-stimulation, the loneliness.. all of it.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Humans
Self Identity
The universe must have made a mistake. High-school-Erin was quiet. Her comfort zone was introversion around most people outside of her very small circle of friends. More like one or two actual friends, and the rest just friendly classmates that became frequent acquaintances. She blended in and liked to keep it that way. Soft-spoken with an invisible label of "sheltered Christian girl" that everyone knew was there, but no one talked about. An observant empath who did a lot of listening and not a lot of speaking. She had her occasional, textbook crushes on boys that filtered in and out of her semesters, loved going to youth group and spent 90% of her life wearing her hair in a ponytail. Like any other girl, she had her typical, recurring bouts with her struggling self-esteem, but she was also blessed with the attribute of resilience woven into her spirit. She would describe herself as uninteresting, pleasant, unpopular and perfectly content remaining in those exact conditions. So why, 7 years later, at her grown age of 25, was she staring at the spinning ceiling fan, contemplating canceling this date with her high-school-polar-opposite? How did this moment in time come to develop? It felt like an error. It was uncomfortably unfamiliar, like she woke up in some other girl's life and now she doesn't know the passwords to anything.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Humans
Who Rescued Who?
https://vimeo.com/534752253 This is the story of my little miracle baby, my cat, Piper. In late 2019, I was in the middle of a very dark season of depression in my life, something I've battled with for years. I was feeling especially lonely. I was 23 at the time living in a 1 bedroom, 2nd floor apartment. I was a medical assisting student nearing the end of my schooling. It was October and I had recently begun my 3 months of clinicals, where I worked (unpaid) at a doctors office from 7:50AM to sometimes 5:00PM, five days a week. I was also working 2 jobs at the time; part time at a Christian Bookstore, and part time at Chick fil A. If you've experienced depression, you know it sucks every bit of energy out of you as it is.. but being a full-time clinical extern and working 2 jobs on top of that was the most drained and completely exhausted, both physically and mentally, that I could have been. It didn't help that it was getting cold outside, and seasonal depression is often a worsening issue for me as well.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Petlife
