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: narcissistic abuse
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.
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.
Webs.
Oh what a tangled web we weave/When first we practice to deceive… —Walter Scott We were in the car, listening to the Pandora Showtunes Radio channel during our morning commute … Continue reading Webs.
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)
Load-Bearing Wall.
I am a load-bearing wall; You are a loaded gun. I hold steadfast through it all; You only ever hit and run. The exterior is crumbling, The floors are buckling, … Continue reading Load-Bearing Wall.
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 