Sumaira McCloud

I need to say something, and it's too long for a Facebook status. I have some thoughts and theories on what leads someone down the path of a drug filled life, addiction, and finally unintentional over dosing. I am against drug usage. Not because I'm a goody two shoes, but because I know the reality of my personality. I am a creature of habit, a person who falls into a quick routine, and someone who likes to repeat the things I enjoy with no limits and boundaries. It's why I smoke hookah every day since 2012. I enjoy it, I like it, and I don't see a reason to quit. (I always said when I'm a mom/pregnant I will def stop because that's a good enough reason lol.) Mac Miller died yesterday on September 7, 2018. I wouldn't be honest if I said I were a fan, because I didn't listen to his music. I did however know the impact he's made on several others and I was sad to hear about his loss. I was even more sad upon finding out it was an accidental

You know what really grinds my gear? <-- THAT PHRASE lol, just kidding But lately ( by lately I meant May 2018 when I wrote most of this ...) I've been having conversations with reformed-victims. Such as friends, who at one point used to sulk in self pity and have excuses for every "wrong thing" in their life. I was a part of that club too, and sometimes I like to visit here during my period because it's fun for like two mins. But I stopped, and you should, too! Sooooo....Are you a " victim" ? Are you constantly coming up with excuses when things don't go as planned? Are you perhaps failing to see that your decisions are a direct correlation to your "failures?" Please stop. IT'S SO FREAKIN UNATTRACTIVE!!! Once you become self-aware it is REALLY hard to go backwards. You can only see from that point of view, so I recommend it to everyone.  This "awakening" has actually helped me care a lot less for things/people wh

Dear J, 13 years ago tomorrow my entire world changed. Little did I know your life ending actually, somehow, started mine. If I had known the thoughts behind your in-genuine smile, or the plan you were set upon... I would've handled that day differently. I can't go back in time, but I can finally share, publicly, what that day did to me. I remember being restless because it was the Wednesday we were getting interims for school. I couldn't remember if I had done well in science to where I was able to push that D into a C. All day I wondered and hoped I had done well enough. I didn't want a lecture from my parents. Around 2nd period I remember receiving mine and breathing a sigh of relief. I had no D in sight and  I was finally able to go on through the day with no worry. Life was great, I thought. You weren't at school that day. You stayed home. I think you were sick. All week prior we had been arguing, just like 15 year old girls do. We shared a best fri

If you're anything like I was years ago, I heard the word CrossFit and assumed all these terrible things. My two younger sisters had just ventured on their own journey into the CF world and I was enjoying solo time at the gym with free weights and cardio. I would hear the things they did during class but instead of listening my brain would jump to the worst conclusions. Example: CF Sister 1: "AND THEN WE DID LIKE 50 SQUATS WITHIN 2 MINS!! :)" Me (in my head): "wow you're just asking for injury and wrong form and probably going to break your knees and why are you so excited this is unhealthy and crazy. It should be a crime! There's like ten of you in that class... no way someone is coaching and watching all of you. You gonna die, kid. Me (outloud): "oh, that's great!...! " Reality: No one just shows up and starts breaking their knees; it takes time to earn that right (hahaha). The sisters had warmed up, worked out for weeks, condi