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childhood

  • Attend to me.

    In the past few days I have been tangled and untangled, in the present and in the past, with my mother and with my boss, young and then old, a child then an adult, feelings from the past trickling into… Continue reading

  • Boldly slips away unscathed.

    What struck me last night is that the definitions of good and evil in my childhood home were competing for the upper hand, that my father’s heaven was my mother’s hell, and visa versa. It truly is that one man’s… Continue reading

  • A Cracked Lady that is Imperfectly Me.

    I am trying to lay on paper the picture I present to the world; how I am learning about a life I lived unknowingly to me, mourning that life, while living this life today. The combination is insane at times.… Continue reading

  • Reality shows a hole.

    As I walked down the driveway to get our mail, my foot slipped on the ice and I did an impromptu triangle pose, stretching further than my muscles actually stretch, it was as if the ground shifted beneath my feet… Continue reading

  • The Wise Listened

    I only spent one hour in her presence and wanted to follow her home, and in fact we may have been behind her motor home as she left our town, I had the chance but turned off as our road… Continue reading

  • Keeper of their Illusions.

    One more part that really stayed with me from Sickened by Julie Gregory.   “I now feel ready to try and talk to a therapist again.  Most times I do not feel like a client, but an educator who pays… Continue reading

  • Alive but unaware!

    What an incredible ride, what an awe-inspiring journey, I feel an immense amount of gratitude to be given the opportunity to live beyond the bubble, to find a life outside of denial.   Unless and until you have been totally… Continue reading

  • A broken Heart.

    Remnants of a long conversation linger in my head, dragging out more ideas and different slants on fear, truth and death.   I wonder what some would fear most, facing their truths or facing their deaths.   If you truths… Continue reading

  • The Girl She Was Meant To Be.

    I found myself seeing myself but with my old perception and then with my new perception could see my old self.   It is like looking in a two-way mirror seeing your self on both sides.    Amazing to see… Continue reading

  • Look the other way.

    “There are two ways to be fooled.  One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.”  Soren Kierkagaard     What is denial?   Of course I had to look it up.… Continue reading