One night I walked into the living room of the house I grew up in and announced to my mother that I knew what I wanted to do with my life. 246 more words
Last Thursday I started Inner Child Work with a therapist.
We will be meeting for 10 sessions over 10 weeks. As it normally happens, I found this person “randomly” (I believe through an Instagram post, which is somewhat odd). 858 more words
Most people are wounded in some way, my parents were no different. My mother has many wounds and many insecurities, so when she gave birth to her first daughter she probably expected to feel something other than she did. 849 more words
I was a little embarrassed when the thought of posting this letter on my blog popped into my head. Until I remembered that my original purpose for starting it was for me to process my thoughts and feelings after my break up and move to a new city. 489 more words