Too many of us keep ourselves hidden. Too many of us learned it’s what life requires of us. Don’t be sensitive. Don’t have big emotions. Push your feelings away. Maybe, just maybe, I want to show my writing to the world because I want to scream a big hearty FUCK THAT to all those notions and to inspire others to do the same.
My plan for this rainy Saturday was to sit here at my desk and write about my newfound obsession with planning travel adventures. But Anthony
Dear Current Self, It’s been thirty years since we lived with the Narcissist. Thirty years have gone by. The whole horrible experience seems like such
My wish for you is that you soften with age. You who wears your dark eyeliner and black clothing and chunky silver jewelry as armor, allowing
I’ve been very frustrated with my writing lately. Whenever I sit down to write I have a blog post as a goal. I’ve lost my
Oh, vacations. Vacations were when it was the two of us and we would feel more connected, more bonded. Right? Yet that’s never how it
I did not have a full-blown PTSD episode yesterday. I was able to navigate it and stay present. I had a toothache and I went
I’m not healed yet, but I’m better than I once was. A year ago yesterday I wrote a long post about having made it through
I am a Virgo Sun (Libra cusp), Leo Moon, Cancer rising. To those in the know about astrology, this describes many important things about my
Yesterday, I finally reached out to my tribe and asked for support. I was afraid of mockery, but I realized keeping to myself was reinforcing thought patterns saying I was unworthy of kindness…
Dear Facebook friends and family, I’ve been dishonest with you. I’ve withheld truths. I brought you along on last year’s journey through posting in a
Sometimes depression wants you to cocoon yourself and shut the world away, and that’s okay. Sometimes depression’s request cannot be accommodated. And that’s okay too.
One year ago was my first full day of freedom. I had moved out of the home I owned with the Narcissist. I moved while
I moved out of our house one year ago today. One year ago was the last time I sat on my old red couch. It
He wanted me to be a stay at home girlfriend. With his next raise, the next promotion, the next job. That was when he would