You’d think after ALL of the years I’ve been in therapy, I’d be a bit better at talking by now. But once again, I’m blantanly reminded that it is by no means my strong suit. In therapy, over the past few weeks, we’ve been working a bit more specifically on saying certain things out loud…but […]
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Step 1: Realize that you’re actually about to lose it. Step 2: Provide children with food. Full hands and full mouths will improve the situation. Step 3: Walk away. Don’t worry, they’ll follow you. They always do. But remember, their hands and mouths are busy. Step 4: Retreat into your own head, just for a
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How vulnerable is too vulnerable? Does that answer change based on audience? Location? Or even content? What’s the level of vulnerability I can honestly portray, before you, the reader, become uncomfortable? Start to cringe…scroll past without reading? That doesn’t just go for blogging…but writing or speaking in any sense. Who am I talking to, who
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There is so much going on in my life right now, and it can all be summed up by 1 word – complicated. Every single aspect of my life has been defined by me and everyone else as “complicated”. My kids health? COMPLICATED. My past and trying to come to grips with that all while
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I wrote a post, tagged it, edited it…it took me hours to write. But I can’t publish it. Not tonight. I will tomorrow…but those words aren’t quite matching the feelings I have right now. I miss him. I just miss him so fucking much that it doesn’t make sense. It hurts. It hurts too much
There is no pain like missing someone you might never see again. Read More »
Therapy is an absolutely wild ride, friends. Seriously. You just never know what is going to happen when you walk in those doors sometimes. If you read my post from last night, you know that I was stressing out about it because I felt like there was just so much to talk about and work
“Write a book” she says. Read More »
Lately, more often than not, I’m feeling very disconnected from myself. Like my voice isn’t really my own, or very authentic. Or like if I’m writing and I’m trying to connect the words with what I’m actually feeling, I just don’t think it’s lining up. It’s weird and frustrating and awkward, and it makes it
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Today is a Monday, and it feels like a Monday. The lather – rinse – repeat of the week set to start all over again. I need a change, but I don’t know what that change is. Most days I wake up full of dread instead of hope. I know what my days hold for
I wrote half a post earlier. I didn’t like it. I wrote in my book shortly after. I didn’t like that either. Tonight was a lot. My husband came with me to therapy and we only got home an hour ago. I feel everything and I don’t know where to even begin. Apparently, I’ve tried
Too much to say, too much to feel. Read More »
I try not to write when I’m in an active state of being upset, because honestly, no one wants to hear about that. Or at least, that’s what I assume. (I’m not good enough, no one cares, so change yourself.) I’ll feel what I feel and try to stuff it down. I’ll wait until later
