One of the figures of speech I frequently keep in mind is that the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t know. It means that sometimes, a … Continue reading The devil you know.
Tag: mental health
I’ll be here.
There’s a certain idea about arguments, and taking breaks from people. I even read a version of it in a meme just this morning. Let’s see if I can do … Continue reading I’ll be here.
Heartsong.
I will always think of my daughter when I hear any Queen song. She’s been a fan since she was literally in utero kicking along to their beat. And I … Continue reading Heartsong.
Orphan vibes.
“Do I give off orphan vibes?” I asked my therapist today. They weren’t really the right words to try to explain my quandary, but it got me close enough to … Continue reading Orphan vibes.
Things I won’t apologize for on Yom Kippur.
Having feelings. Healing from my trauma. Standing up for myself. Setting boundaries, and holding fast to them. Being Jewish, and caring about Israel and the Jewish people. Being Jewish, and … Continue reading Things I won’t apologize for on Yom Kippur.
Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
I had a brother, once. I now live happily with my husband and daughter and speak to no immediate family members of my own at all, in order to keep … Continue reading Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
House of Cards.
Strong foundations, sturdy walls;I thought I lived in a house of stone.Storms came and knocked it downAnd now I sit here, all alone.Huddled against the cold and wind,My shelter tumbled … Continue reading House of Cards.
Saving yourself.
My five year old daughter recently told me that she loves Elsa, from Frozen, because, “she saves herself.” It gave me pause. I told her that I loved that idea, … Continue reading Saving yourself.
Positive spin.
I’m teaching a painting class at our local Jewish community high school program this fall, as I often do. It’s fun and encourages me to both be creative and stay … Continue reading Positive spin.
The breath I left behind.
The air felt different all day today. Or maybe it’s just that I couldn’t ever manage to quite draw a proper breath. I just never can, not on this day, … Continue reading The breath I left behind.
