This morning, I want to take a moment to bless pleasant dreams and undisturbed sleep. I have always dreamed vividly, playing out elaborate fantasies through the night. There’s a dream about red and blue kingdoms I had when I was nine I still remember (and a coincidental precursor to my adult obsession with all things red and blue).
Austin to Atlanta
Traveling alone in the past has felt a little lonely to me. In college, it was a zone between worlds. My family and my fiance in one state. My friends and my burgeoning self in the other. No matter which way the plane flew I was leaving something behind.
No Need To Burn Down The House
It gives me hope. Life is not only trauma and healing. Even the memories that used to burn me don’t hurt to look at now. My therapist once said to me, about my divorce, that someday I’ll get to the point where it was just something that happened. Not fresh and acidic in my thoughts. I admit I didn’t believe her.
Alone, Not Lonely
I think it’s healthy to figure out how to be alone without feeling lonely.
Stumble & Keep Moving
The funk I’d been in all week broke yesterday. Funk for me = broken routines, lack of focus, unexplainable lethargy. But yesterday my body pulled […]
Impermanence
Impermanence. The antithesis to the forever two little girls imagined on a trampoline. We wondered about God and the blackness when we closed our eyes […]
The Meaning of the Middle
My friend Jenna said something to me in the spring of 2014 that changed me. She was visiting me in Boston during our senior year of college, and I was laying out my truths for her as we walked through Cambridge: that I hadn’t been okay, that I had relapsed in self-harm, that I felt like the nearly seven years I spent not relapsing meant nothing. I had promised myself never again and I had broken that promise. Spectacularly.
I’m Not Telling You To Go To Therapy, But You Should
TW: Brief mention of self-harm For me, going to see my therapist is like going to the gym, not like going to urgent care. It’s […]