I’ve been reading since approximately age 2. Love of books has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember, so much so that it’s … Continue reading Stranger than fiction.
Tag: dealing with feelings
Part of every journey is the end.
It may seem odd to start off the new year with a blog post about an end, when everyone is focusing more on beginnings, but it’s taken me this long … Continue reading Part of every journey is the end.
We’re all mad here.
This is your friendly late Saturday night reminder that even those well-versed in how gaslighting works can still fall victim to it. Eww. I’m still feeling itchy about it. I … Continue reading We’re all mad here.
Full circle.
Ever cook something that, when you taste it, immediately brings you back to a place you never thought you’d go again? Today, for the first time ever, I tried my … Continue reading Full circle.
Whatever happened to predictability?
Some of you may recognize that the title of this post is actually the opening lyric to the theme song of a beloved 1990s sitcom. I’ve seen every episode of … Continue reading Whatever happened to predictability?
No rules.
There are no rules during the holiday season – or in any season, actually – which dictate that you cannot be both sad and thankful, or both irritated and gracious, … Continue reading No rules.
Tortured artist.
I was recently discussing with my therapist just how much I think, and speak, in metaphor. Anyone who knows me (or, by now, anyone who has read even a little … Continue reading Tortured artist.
G-d will provide. (TW: Fertility)
And an angel of G-d called to him from heaven, and said, “Abraham, Abraham!” And Abraham said, “Hineini/Here I am.” And the angel said, “Do not stretch out your hand … Continue reading G-d will provide. (TW: Fertility)
There are days.
There are days when every heartbeat triggers a memory. Days when the opening notes of a song will bring me back to experiences I can’t bear to revisit. Days when … Continue reading There are days.
A practiced hand. (TW: sexual trauma aftermath)
I’ve said before that I’m more or less a master of compartmentalization. This does not mean that I never deal with things, or that I can pack my pain into … Continue reading A practiced hand. (TW: sexual trauma aftermath)
Journeys in the Dark 