Partying In Mexico

The other night I had a really absurd dream. In my dream, Jen never died, but rather, was partying in Mexico for almost eight years and finally came back home.


*This is where I dreamed Nif was partying for eight years…



Five (Very Quick) Years

Five years. Five, very quick years to be more exact. How is that possible? Sometimes I don’t think it even is possible, but alas, the calendar does not lie.

After last night’s restless night of sleep, and laying in bed this morning until I absolutely needed to get up, I thought about what I wanted to blog about today.


Better Late Than Never

I know, I know. It has been far too long since my last post, and I have no one to blame but myself. Life has been very busy, and I just have not found the time to sit down and blog. However, could not blogging be a good sign? A sign of growth, a sign that I have moved from grief to acceptance? Granted, I have my bad days here and there, but they are few and far between. More

“Dreams; That’s Where I Have to Go to See Your Beautiful Face”

I know this song by Gavin DeGraw is about a break up, but a lot of the lyrics relate to me missing Niff.

(The lines in bold are especially true)


My Dreams

I feel that I have been very open and share a lot of my personal experiences here on Coniffdence. I share my good days (and my bad) and try not to hold anything back. I don’t censor myself in an effort to protect anyone, and I own my feelings, whether you find them right, wrong or indifferent.