I had a dentist appointment this morning. Routine, but overdue, I’d had to reschedule it several times over the last three months. My hygienist was at the reception desk when … Continue reading Learning to function. (TW: assault, rape, aftermath)
Author: Diana Koester
Hippo birdie days.
Some days are just fucking hard. All days have their challenges, some small, some massive, and a variety in between. And I do believe that no challenge is insurmountable, even … Continue reading Hippo birdie days.
No such thing as closure. (TW: parent’s attempted suicide)
“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” -Finnick Odair, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. My father tried to kill himself when I … Continue reading No such thing as closure. (TW: parent’s attempted suicide)
The threat of authenticity.
Have you ever asked a question – one that you thought was innocuous, just something you were curious about or didn’t understand – and been completely shut down for it? … Continue reading The threat of authenticity.
Be afraid, and do the thing.
The air is heavy this evening. I go out to the backyard with the dog, and I’m immediately weighed down by it, my lungs struggling to expand. Today, we got … Continue reading Be afraid, and do the thing.
It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Recently I spoke with a fellow survivor of narcissistic abuse (yes, survivor – I hate the word victim). She’s just starting out on her journey of recovery and reclaiming herself, … Continue reading It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Sticking the landing.
Last night in my kitchen, I lost a fight with a roll of plastic wrap. I was trying to tightly wrap up half of the pound cake I’d made that … Continue reading Sticking the landing.
United States of Hypocrisy.
In the same week, this government has canceled reproductive rights and loosened gun control. Imagine, being pro-life and pro-death at the same time. Surely this hypocrisy is not inherited from … Continue reading United States of Hypocrisy.
Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
And now, for something you’ll really like…!
Feel-good post this week. Our school year is winding down. This week my second graders were rounding out their unit on the Desert Biome with a simple research report on … Continue reading And now, for something you’ll really like…!
Journeys in the Dark 