Yuley Burrow
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I am a proud business owner, mom, wife, writer, game tester, homemaker. I share diverse interests & real-life experiences. My writing is primarily non-fiction; I do enjoy fiction challenges occasionally! Subscriptions & tips always welcome!
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Recycled Fashion
Introduction The fashion industry is notorious for its significant environmental impact, with massive waste production and resource consumption. In recent years, there has been a growing movement towards sustainability in fashion, emphasizing the use of recycled materials. As the founder and owner of Yuley's Interesting Things, I am proud to be part of this movement, creating clothes, shoes, jewelry, bags, and accessories from recycled materials. This commitment not only helps reduce our environmental footprint but also resonates with increasingly eco-conscious consumers. My name is Yuley Burrow, and I design our products while offering customers the option to customize them to their liking.
By Yuley Burrow2 years ago in Styled
Embracing Pilates
Living with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS) is a constant challenge. As someone who has navigated the complexities of this connective tissue disorder for years, I’ve found that maintaining physical stability is crucial. For many of us with EDS, the prospect of engaging in physical activity can be daunting due to the risk of dislocations, chronic pain, and fatigue. However, I've discovered a form of exercise that has transformed my life: Pilates.
By Yuley Burrow2 years ago in Longevity
Coping With Unemployment And Disability Denial . Content Warning.
For over a year, I’ve been grappling with the harsh realities of not working, compounded by the crushing blow of being denied disability benefits. Since April 2022, the lack of employment has been exceptionally challenging, as my ADHD and PTSD have severely impacted my daily functionality. Adding to the complexity are my diagnoses of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS) and bipolar disorder, which further exacerbate my struggles. Starting in August 2022, I began attending a mental health center, which has been crucial in managing my conditions. Recently, in May 2024, I applied for disability benefits, only to be denied in the same month, adding another layer of difficulty to my already challenging situation.
By Yuley Burrow2 years ago in Journal
The Significance of New Fashion in Today's World
In this dynamic era where self-expression and empowerment intertwine, I find the realm of fashion to be a powerful medium for conveying my identity and embracing change. Today, let's delve into the significance of new fashion through my lens as a woman navigating the vibrant tapestry of innovative style.
By Yuley Burrow2 years ago in Styled
My Summer
Summertime taste like to me a nice barbecue in my backyard accompanied by any kind of melon, and if I go camping late night s’more’s. First we cook BBQ with whatever sides we're going to have with it and then we have our midday snack typically watermelon, cantaloupe, or honeydew, but sometimes other fruits, or berries, not blackberries because I'm deathly allergic to them; but you know that's the only berry I'm allergic to, so I eat other berries like strawberries, and raspberries. Sometimes I mix these melons, fruits, and berries to make fruit salads, and smoothies, and stuff like that if I'm at home, but I just eat them by themselves if I'm out camping. You know the cool thing is that real late at night when I can build my campfire I go and I grab my skewers, roast beautiful marshmallows, grab a Hershey bar (king-size preferably) and some Honey Graham, Graham crackers. That must be Hershey’s Honey Graham for the best flavor in the world for camping s’mores in general.
By Yuley Burrow4 years ago in Feast
The Hateful Mom
Dear Mom, I don't know where to begin with all the hatred I've felt from you. I know you hate me, but I don't hate you. I sometimes wish I had a time machine, so I could go back, and place my infant self with a better family. You married a pedophile when I was still a child, and I tried to warn you about him, but he told me if I broke you up he would kill me. You never listened to me when I needed you the most. I even had moments, I wished you were not here anymore. You treated me and Teddy like dren, and you should have shown more love instead. I realize your job made it impossible for you to be there when you were needed most, but that's no excuse for everything that happened when you were there. I feel as though you allowed your husband to do what ever he wanted to do. I feel as though you wanted to see me cry instead of healed. Worst of all you tore my family apart knowing I did nothing wrong. You sat on the wrong side of every case. You told the court, that "there was no way your husband could be a pedophile, so I must be lying." You told the court, that "I killed my premature son" even though, you knew he was premature and born sick. You knew he was in and out of the hospital his whole life and still accused me. I am ashamed to call you my mother. You even went so far as to sit with the prosecution, and tell the courts, that "if they left my other children with me they would wind up dead too." I took these statements as a threat to my children's lives as though you would come and kill or cause harm to my children and then blame me for it. I signed for them to be adopted, so you could never be able to harm them especially not the way you harmed me. I wish I could be a part of their lives, and protect them, but I can't and I will forever blame you. My children have to grow up without their biological parents, and without knowing anything about where they came from and for that I blame you. Maybe, someday, hopefully, it's not too late, you'll learn how to be a good person, and what a good person is. You have not been a good person since I've known you, and your true colors have come to light. Maybe, your son will learn your true intentions. I really do pray you learn how to be a good person before somebody does something to you for anything you may have done to them. I also know about what you did out west when you said you were offered the witness protection program. I know you were not offered the witness protection program, and you married and changed your last name because you were running from what you didn't want anyone to know. Most other truck drivers would have turned themselves in stating that it was only an accident, but for you it was no accident. I also know you lied to me about so much more. I recently learned on 23&me that you lied about when your mom died or my birthday or maybe both because someone sent me the obituary of your moms death. I also learned that both you and dad lied about having Native American DNA, and I told him either I'm not his child or he's not Native American.
By Yuley Burrow4 years ago in Families
Daddy's Little Wake Up Call
I was approximately 3 years old, and it was 06:00 am eastern time, when my “so-called” dad was getting up to get ready for work. He found me lying on the porch with a bunch of child stuff, as he would have been leaving for work that morning. He then took me into the house and called his mother to babysit.
By Yuley Burrow4 years ago in Families
