from muck grows roses
I often put a lot of effort into trying to tell myself things to make myself feel better in painful situations: “It’ll be ok”, when I have evidence that it won’t be; “I’m ok with this”, when I’m not; “I don’t need this”, when I do. 599 more words
3 hours, 57 minutes
Healing Beyond Survival
1 day, 23 hours
Sometimes suicide can be a gift.
Sometimes suicide seems inevitable, maybe you’ve had a recent attempt, maybe it walks with you every moment of every day, as loyal as your shadow. 329 more words
I rounded a corner on my walk today, and this is what I saw. Imagine if I’d been walking with my head down . . .
Together We Can Heal
The day I realized that sometimes there is no closure, was the day I decided I could move forward anyway.
I’ve been accused of hanging on to my past because I’m talking/writing about childhood abuse all the time. 180 more words
When I’m not thinking about getting another dog, I’m thinking about owning kittens or a baby pig. And now, I really want one of these. What the heck!
1 month, 1 week
I don’t know if I have to wait until I’m a certain age to become a crazy cat lady, but today I’m in the mood.
1 month, 2 weeks