Easter used to look like bright colors, bunnies and ducks. Like baskets, eggs, and candy. Like fancy dress clothes and spring flowers. It used to smell like ham and mashed … Continue reading Peace be with you.
Tag: trauma
Passover: A Family Affair.
(Fair warning, this post is long and maybe it’s a little meandering, but it does all come together in the end. Much like my life in general, ha.) It’s early … Continue reading Passover: A Family Affair.
Theft.
I’ve heard the phrase “own your truth” in various iterations for years, but it never really made sense to me until today. One of the most important things to me, … Continue reading Theft.
Bittersweetness.
This past Monday, I made a peach coffee cake. I often bake on weekends, but had decided to squeeze this effort in on a weeknight instead, so it would be … Continue reading Bittersweetness.
Trauma hurts. (No shit.)
The word psychosomatic gets a bad rap. It literally is defined as the interaction between mind and body, and is used to describe a physical affliction that’s caused or aggravated … Continue reading Trauma hurts. (No shit.)
Nothing compares to you. (part 1 of 2)
I’ve been seeing my current therapist (whose praises I could sing for ages) since the summer of 2016. Externally, everything with my now husband was fine, but internally, I was … Continue reading Nothing compares to you. (part 1 of 2)
Into the void
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” -John Lennon I used to love the above lyric. In 2006, when I was a freshman in college … Continue reading Into the void
Journeys in the Dark 