I had a dentist appointment this morning. Routine, but overdue, I’d had to reschedule it several times over the last three months. My hygienist was at the reception desk when … Continue reading Learning to function. (TW: assault, rape, aftermath)
Tag: trauma
Hippo birdie days.
Some days are just fucking hard. All days have their challenges, some small, some massive, and a variety in between. And I do believe that no challenge is insurmountable, even … Continue reading Hippo birdie days.
No such thing as closure. (TW: parent’s attempted suicide)
“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” -Finnick Odair, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. My father tried to kill himself when I … Continue reading No such thing as closure. (TW: parent’s attempted suicide)
It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Recently I spoke with a fellow survivor of narcissistic abuse (yes, survivor – I hate the word victim). She’s just starting out on her journey of recovery and reclaiming herself, … Continue reading It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
Biographical parasite.
Some days I feel light as a feather. Light with knowledge that there’s nothing ahead of me but to live my own life here. Some days I feel so heavy. … Continue reading Biographical parasite.
Ghost story.
I’m a living ghost story. Or at least that’s how it feels sometimes. I’m not entirely sure how to pinpoint exactly when it happened. I used to think I knew. … Continue reading Ghost story.
Crayons made of kevlar.
I am an elementary school teacher. Every morning before I leave my house, I run through a mental checklist to make sure I have everything I need. Keys, phone, wallet, … Continue reading Crayons made of kevlar.
Poison.
I had allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security. And I’m pissed about it. The trickiest part of all is to place my anger where it … Continue reading Poison.
Bonus Talk.
[This is a continuation of my previous post, find it here if you haven’t read that one yet.] This week on Wednesday I had a Talk with my second graders, … Continue reading Bonus Talk.
Journeys in the Dark 