Full disclosure, I am in a weird head space today, my friends. This post is basically a stream of consciousness, and if it feels like it ends on a minor … Continue reading Conventionality.
Tag: mental health
The tragic tale of my favorite color.
I am an elementary school art teacher. Color is kind of my thing. Admittedly, it’s been my thing since long before the art teacher gig. I’ve had a passion for … Continue reading The tragic tale of my favorite color.
Endurance.
For someone who’s endured a metric fuckton of pain, both physical and psychological, you’d think the potential of it wouldn’t scare me. But it has been, lately. I consider myself … Continue reading Endurance.
From wrecking ball to baseball.
I was on school break last week. Finally, a whole week in which I could intend to do nothing except paint and get my report cards written! (I only ended … Continue reading From wrecking ball to baseball.
Normal.
My apologies for the radio silence; it’s been a busy time both logistically and emotionally, and I’ve been so drained from it all that it’s been hard to both find … Continue reading Normal.
Exorcism. (TW: sexual abuse)
I’m trying to figure out how to conduct an exorcism. Can a person perform one on themselves? “Asking for a friend,” as they say. Suffering sexual abuse is arguably the … Continue reading Exorcism. (TW: sexual abuse)
Bearing the weight.
For many centuries, there was a historical capital punishment called pressing or crushing, where the accused person would be lain flat and heavy stones or irons would be placed upon … Continue reading Bearing the weight.
Loneliness and freedom.
“I think there’s somethingYou should knowI think it’s time I stopped the showThere’s something deep inside of meThere’s someone I forgot to be…” I saw one of those fancy shmancy … Continue reading Loneliness and freedom.
Embrace.
Embrace the sad. That’s what my therapist told me today. Embrace the sad. I’m sorry to say that, even after over seven years of therapy and an incredible amount of … Continue reading Embrace.
Courage, dear heart.
“You can’t even drive by the highway sign without feeling triggered,” my therapist said. “How do you expect to return to the scene of the crime and emerge from that … Continue reading Courage, dear heart.
Journeys in the Dark 