Sunday is my one day off from working out, my rest day (though it is often chaotic and stressful in other ways), but my body and mind haven’t felt good doing nothing. I don’t get to sleep in with a toddler anyway, and getting up to exercise tries to ensure that I can get a …
It all started with a cough. Then it evolved into a story about a runaway. And then betrayal and death. And then silence. Always silence. But first, the cough. I had never seen a horse cough before. She would lean forward, stretch her head down towards the ground, and her entire body would convulse to …
Confession time: when I started both my weight loss and personal healing journeys, I did so with a severely flawed premise, that this process would somehow transform me into who I might have been. I spent so much time thinking about the impacts of trauma, my childhood, and the various impacts of my weight, so …
I’ve started reading Reconciliation: healing the inner child, by Thich Nhat Hanh. The five pages of the introduction have already had me openly weeping several times, and my favourite purple ink underlines nearly half the words. Beautiful and painful and horrible and wonderful. And through it all, I fight with myself that I am worth …
When I started writing, I really struggled with why. Why would anyone want to hear from me? Why would I matter, my story matter? Why would anyone want to read my words? I want to be heard. Ok, so does pretty much everyone. Why me? Why should anyone listen to some middle class American white …
In Inner Child work, there is a concept of Inner Protectors, basically defence mechanisms created during or following trauma to help a child deal with the event or events and to protect the child from future threats. Inner Protectors are often visualized and addressed as separate entities, and part of the recovery process involves “recruiting” …
So I’ve been doing some reading on Inner Child work as a method of working through past trauma. While parts of the process trigger the “bullshit alarms” ingrained from my father about “New Age crap,” I can see the merits and the potential for real change in myself (Man, I swear I need to be …
A couple of weeks ago, I took the huge step of meeting a wonderful friend for drinks and appetizers. In a restaurant. With other humans. It was both nerve-wracking and awesome, the first time I had been in a restaurant in more than a year and a half. But that’s not the point of this …
It’s my birthday. Forty-two. Historically, my birthday has sucked. Actually, all my life, though I have realized that the more recent sucking has kinda been my own fault. History lesson: I don’t remember much about my early birthdays, except they were big family events until we moved away from everyone when I was six. My …
I was mature for my age. Everyone said so. I regularly babysat for quite a few families in our church, including two families that each had six kids, and I took care of a one-year-old down the street two full days a week while her mother worked. Being homeschooled, I was available during the day, …