“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.
Tag: PTSD
Today, my soul is a broken thing.
Today, my soul is a broken thing Where no green grows And pain has clipped my wings. Today, my heart is underground With the taken, And fear deadens every sound. … Continue reading Today, my soul is a broken thing.
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.
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.
Feeling seen.
Last night I had the strangest dream. Which is saying something, for me, as my dreams are frequently vivid and peculiar. My birthday is coming up, and so in the … Continue reading Feeling seen.
Cherophobia.
Cherophobia is the fear of happiness. We hear jokes in movies and on television all the time about how a relationship went sour because one or both parties were miserable … Continue reading Cherophobia.
Short.
You gotta hand it to short people. Because usually they can’t reach it themselves, even with the step stool. I kid, I kid! …Not really though. My father was six … Continue reading Short.
The Ferris Wheel of Priorities.
Ever feel overwhelmed? (I know, silly question.) Ever feel stuck because you know you have all these things to do, and they’re all important, and they all have to get … Continue reading The Ferris Wheel of Priorities.
The Consequences Building. (TW: court, crime, sexual abuse)
Tell me the weirdest place you’ve ever experienced profound validation. I guarantee you I can beat you after this week. I can say with utter confidence that this was not … Continue reading The Consequences Building. (TW: court, crime, sexual abuse)
Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.
I had to become the villain in others’ stories so I could live freely as the hero in my own. I’ve been thinking lately about the concept of heroes and … Continue reading Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.
Journeys in the Dark 