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: painful memories
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.
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.
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.
Control.
There are apparently two kinds of people: those who plan out their meals or menus well ahead of time, and those who figure out what they will eat when they … Continue reading Control.
A holiday of wonder.
The Christmas holiday is a holiday of wonder… I wonder what my old, ailing, and estranged mother’s Christmas looks like now. I wonder if she has a tree at the … Continue reading A holiday of wonder.
True love.
It’s my husband’s birthday today. Some people like to make a big deal out of their birthdays; my husband is about as far away from that as one can get. … Continue reading True love.
Journeys in the Dark 