When you start a journey through your messed up psyche, you have to be prepared to stumble on some ugly truths about yourself. Or maybe not so much stumble upon as be smacked in the face by a baseball bat of truth. Gobsmacked, perhaps. Though that makes it seem more comical and less brutally painful. …
I need time. I need space. I need a continuum, all to myself. Everyone is too loud, too needy, too big, too everything. I feel like I’m shrinking. I need more me. I feel like I haven’t been myself all week. How sad is that: I can only be me once in a while for …
The topic of this post has been a long time coming. Just about my entire conscious life, in fact. And the events of the post took place nearly two weeks ago, but I needed some time and space to think it through. I know that this is not “The Answer” to all my problems, the …
Our sense of smell is a curious thing. Forming powerful connections to our memories, scent turns us into time travellers. One whiff of an old familiar odor and off we go to another time and place, sometimes wonderful and comforting, like the scent of pipe smoke taking me to see my long dead maternal grandfather, …
First of all, I in no way whatsoever intend to hurt, offend, demean, dismiss, or disrespect anyone who has been in an abusive relationship of any kind. I’m not making light of abuse, at all. I am examining the ways I treat myself in an effort to be a healthier person. This is my lived …