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)
Tag: toxicity
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.
Point of view.
This week’s Parsha (the section of the Torah that we are reading from) is an interesting one. We are at the point in the story where twelve spies are sent … Continue reading Point of view.
Restoration.
This week, my school is on spring break. My husband and daughter and I traveled out of state to visit with my aunt (my late father’s sister), and my first … Continue reading Restoration.
Batya.
One of my favorite things about teaching is, ironically, learning. More specifically, I love teaching in a Jewish elementary school because I frequently learn new things or come across new … Continue reading Batya.
Reporting unwanted packages.
My apologies for the long gap in posting, I’ve been really sick for weeks! Thankfully I am finally about 98% back to myself, with a very practical post for you. … Continue reading Reporting unwanted packages.
Adjusting the volume.
Whenever I express to my therapist that I worry I sound like a narcissist, or that I’m showing toxic traits too much like my mother’s, she reminds me of her … Continue reading Adjusting the volume.
Worst nightmare.
I had a nightmare last night. That’s not unusual. I used to have nightmares almost every night, but that’s gotten better with time and some hard work in therapy. Now … Continue reading Worst nightmare.
Who cares?
Have you ever had a certain song lyric just really hit home for you? I don’t know if this is peculiar, but I’ve had a particular affinity for any song … Continue reading Who cares?
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.
Journeys in the Dark 