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.
Tag: self-liberation
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.
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.
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.
Backsliding.
My mother was dying. That was the crux of the situation on a day in early October when I received a phone call from a social worker at one of … Continue reading Backsliding.
Hero.
“Don’t be a hero,” they said. “Take the pain meds.” By they, I literally mean all of my doctors — and boy, they were right! Last week I had bilateral … Continue reading Hero.
Some people.
Some people wear their trauma like a badge of honor; others wear it like a scarlet letter. Some people will offer support because of what has happened to them; others … Continue reading Some people.
35.
Tomorrow is my 35th birthday, and I think I’m in my Taking Up Space Era. (Is that a Taylor Swift reference? I’m really not sure.) I was lashed out at … Continue reading 35.
Arrival.
I’m an Art teacher. That’s such an amazing, thrilling thing to be able to say. Up to now, I have taught art classes and projects to children and adults. I … Continue reading Arrival.
Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Mad. So much mad. Every version of me, from neglected child me to abused teen me to gaslit young adult me to present-day wide awake me, are all white-hot mad. … Continue reading Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
