For all we know
that collection of clear liqueurs
and the room is wasted on
and seventies carpet.
Above my table is a still frame… 105 more words
I’ve been reflecting lately on emotional disengagement. For me, it applies very much to my (in)fertility, hence this post. Maybe it’s shame or fear but I notice that I can’t engage with what I’m feeling and as such, I can’t let myself even imagine myself pregnant because we’ve tried so long and I’ve been disappointed so many times that I’ve just numbed to the possibility. 1,112 more words
Have you ever had the experience of feeling 100% confident in your recollection of an event, because you have a strong and vivid memory for the event, only to have this account refuted? 1,130 more words