A couple of funny things have happened — inside my brain, mostly — in the last few days that have made me feel like I’m looking through the wrong end … Continue reading Wrong end of a telescope.
Tag: trauma recovery
Sweet Caroline.
It’s playing on the radio in the car this afternoon. I’ve taught my kid how to do the “bah bah bah” response part with the chorus, and she cheerfully does … Continue reading Sweet Caroline.
Otherworldly.
I have trouble sleeping. This is in large part due to the chronic pain, but I also struggle to turn my mind off. I can’t fall asleep without medication to … Continue reading Otherworldly.
Worth remembering.
I did something drastic for the sake of my mental health this week. I stayed home for Thanksgiving while the rest of my family went to my in-laws’ like we’ve … Continue reading Worth remembering.
Grenade.
I’ve been thinking a lot in the last week or two about how it could be possible that I came from such horrible people and didn’t turn out the same … Continue reading Grenade.
Just devastated. That’s all.
Ever have some really bad shit happen and you deal with it as best you can and you’re like, well, that’s horrible, but I need to try to put it … Continue reading Just devastated. That’s all.
It’s not my fault.
Recently, my therapist posed an easy question that I still struggle to answer, and it’s been almost two weeks since she asked it. She had the audacity to ask me…you … Continue reading It’s not my fault.
37.
I’m 37 today. Somehow it feels like now I’m undeniably a grownup. That sounds ridiculous, firstly because I have obviously been a grownup for many many moons now, and secondly … Continue reading 37.
I am an Existential Beach.
Every so often, a weather front will blow in and there will be a whiff of ocean in the air. A salty breeze, subtle, probably unnoticeable to most people, but … Continue reading I am an Existential Beach.
Differently bad.
My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
