I am a studious and intellectual person. I’m very cerebral. I truly always have been, for as long as I can remember. From a very young age, I was usually … Continue reading “Not my daughter.”
I am a studious and intellectual person. I’m very cerebral. I truly always have been, for as long as I can remember. From a very young age, I was usually … Continue reading “Not my daughter.”
There are no rules during the holiday season – or in any season, actually – which dictate that you cannot be both sad and thankful, or both irritated and gracious, … Continue reading No rules.
Trivia Time! Did you know that the actor who was originally going to play the Tin Man in MGM’s beloved 1939 classic film The Wizard of Oz was hospitalized for … Continue reading Silver.
Recently, I’ve been having a little trouble with a person who’s been expressing that they want me to move my boundaries and reconnect with them. (No, it’s not my mother, … Continue reading Want.
I was recently discussing with my therapist just how much I think, and speak, in metaphor. Anyone who knows me (or, by now, anyone who has read even a little … Continue reading Tortured artist.
There are days when every heartbeat triggers a memory. Days when the opening notes of a song will bring me back to experiences I can’t bear to revisit. Days when … Continue reading There are days.
I’ve said before that I’m more or less a master of compartmentalization. This does not mean that I never deal with things, or that I can pack my pain into … Continue reading A practiced hand. (TW: sexual trauma aftermath)
I read somewhere recently that people often focus way too much on being dutiful descendants, when we should be working hard instead to be good ancestors. In other words, rather … Continue reading Dutiful descendants; good ancestors.
It came to my attention this morning that today is World Mental Health Day; it’s now late in the evening, and this is the first time I’ve sat down all … Continue reading My mental health is mine.
I’m turning 34 tomorrow. In all reality it won’t feel all that dissimilar from 33, but I have a quirky, surely neuro-atypical thing about even numbers, so it hits a … Continue reading 34.