My fourth graders are trying their hand at writing their own folktales at the moment, and several of them have chosen to follow the structure and elements of myths. (Folktales … Continue reading Pandora’s Landmine.
Tag: PTSD
Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Lots of lessons were learned the hard way on Monday this week. Or, if not learned anew, certainly refreshed. Lesson #1: I can do hard things, but, I don’t always … Continue reading Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Besties.
Today, we were experiencing some icky winter weather. When my daughter and I arrived home from school, I noticed there was a package on our front porch that had a … Continue reading Besties.
Tread lightly.
I had a weird dream last night. I had people over for Christmas (which could easily be the weird part in itself, since we’re Jewish and don’t celebrate Christmas at … Continue reading Tread lightly.
Whatever happened to predictability?
Some of you may recognize that the title of this post is actually the opening lyric to the theme song of a beloved 1990s sitcom. I’ve seen every episode of … Continue reading Whatever happened to predictability?
Tortured artist.
I was recently discussing with my therapist just how much I think, and speak, in metaphor. Anyone who knows me (or, by now, anyone who has read even a little … Continue reading Tortured artist.
There are days.
There are days when every heartbeat triggers a memory. Days when the opening notes of a song will bring me back to experiences I can’t bear to revisit. Days when … Continue reading There are days.
A practiced hand. (TW: sexual trauma aftermath)
I’ve said before that I’m more or less a master of compartmentalization. This does not mean that I never deal with things, or that I can pack my pain into … Continue reading A practiced hand. (TW: sexual trauma aftermath)
My mental health is mine.
It came to my attention this morning that today is World Mental Health Day; it’s now late in the evening, and this is the first time I’ve sat down all … Continue reading My mental health is mine.
Belly of the beast.
As if I needed any more proof that I can do hard things – I returned to the belly of the beast this weekend. (I guess a refresher course is … Continue reading Belly of the beast.
Journeys in the Dark 