(I know, I just posted recently about frogs already; I assure you, the proximity of these posts is purely coincidental.) “Mom, I see a frog up there!” my daughter cried … Continue reading The Frog Prince…with a twist.
Tag: survivor
Eat the frog.
(*No frogs were harmed in the writing of this blog post.*) In my most recent therapy session, I was lamenting to my therapist the list of chores I needed to … Continue reading Eat the frog.
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.
Covering the bases.
I’ve been having a difficult day, emotionally. Just short-tempered. Grouchy. Wanting to be left alone for the most part (not an option when it’s a day with my kid since … Continue reading Covering the bases.
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)
Mom Olympics.
Last weekend I went through about a dozen huge tote bins full of every single stitch of clothing my daughter has ever worn. I never got rid of a thing, … Continue reading Mom Olympics.
Quasimodo.
Today was one of those days where I felt short-tempered and irritable and emotionally wrung out. I was bitchy at others when I knew that the real source of my … Continue reading Quasimodo.
Boundary education bites.
Picture it: a Monday evening. We are all curled up on the couch together as a family, watching television. I’m sitting at one end of the couch. My husband is … Continue reading Boundary education bites.
Dandelions.
I love dandelions. My husband does not. He’s a lawn mowing enthusiast and, to him, dandelions are nothing more than pesky weeds that warrant expedient removal. He tells me they’re … Continue reading Dandelions.
Permanent ink.
I had intended this evening to write a relatively simple post about my experience today with getting my very first tattoo. However, more important material presented itself. We’ll see if … Continue reading Permanent ink.
Journeys in the Dark 