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: self-preservation
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.
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.
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.
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.
For better or worse.
Seven years. I’ve been seeing my therapist for seven years. Actually it’s officially seven years this month. (Cheers, doc!) (I actually never call her that, but in the interest of … Continue reading For better or worse.
Highways go both ways.
One of my favorite things about therapy — other than being able more and more to talk about therapy unselfconsciously, without fear of stigma — is that I can frequently … Continue reading Highways go both ways.
Lost.
When all is dark, and reality feels like little more than tendrils of smoke. When your deepest trauma is a locked box inside the locked box. When your deepest trauma … Continue reading Lost.
Journeys in the Dark 