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  • Crestfallen

    Crestfallen

    Now that I’ve had a nap, I feel less tired. Problem is, I am an “Emotional Masochist” and started a romantic movie called “The Idea of You” with Anne Hathaway (love her!) and Nicolas Galitzine (never heard of him before this). Yeeeeah… I stopped halfway through. For some fucked up reason, I watch these movies…

  • A New Book

    A New Book

    I got myself a new book to read about moving beyond betrayal. Chapter 2 title? Not All Forms of Addiction Are Created Equal. Thing is… since I’ve been through numerous forms of trauma, I already know this fact. This trauma is new to me, unfortunately, and I’m sure that a couple of the previous ones…

  • “Well… Life Isn’t Fair”

    “Well… Life Isn’t Fair”

    I really [fucking] hate that sentiment. Like… it elicits a deep, visceral rage inside my guts when I hear it. And I’ve even used the damn phrase. Doesn’t make it any less condescending and dismissive, though. And yeah, life ISN’T fucking fair, but who gives a shit?! Sometimes, whatever thing we’re going through sucks major…

  • It Feeds the Soul

    It Feeds the Soul

    Once in a while, I just need to sit and listen to music… it feeds my soul. Most times, I listen to sad songs about broken love because I’m already sad. It helps me, even though it seems counterproductive. And today, as every day, I’m exhausted and just want to throw something out there that…

  • Well… Damn 😥

    Well… Damn 😥

    The Boyfriend is doing individual therapy and I think that’s fantastic. He had a session yesterday while I was at my Trauma-Informed Yoga Therapy, sweating to death with the effort of doing movements that seem like a penance compared to what I used to be able to do many moons ago when I was in…

  • Giving Grace

    Giving Grace

    One type of therapy I’m in (*counting* Out of 6?!) is Trauma-Informed Yoga Therapy. Thus, because I looked up the meaning of her real name to give a nickname for privacy, my yoga therapist’s official nickname as of this morning is: Grace. Hi, I hope you like the nickname! Thank you for reading my blog!…

  • I’m Just… Tired

    I’m Just… Tired

    I have a Draft titled, “Things That Break” and had every intention of writing about that today, but… I’m just tired. I tried, of course, but my heart just isn’t in it (there’s a broken thing) and my mind is in shambles (ope, another broken thing). This causes me to get distracted easily by things…

  • Ugh. Mondays.

    Ugh. Mondays.

    Welp… I’m honestly at a loss for words (I’m sure that will improve). All I really want to do at this point is curl up and succumb to a permanent nap. Hard truths… I do want my suffering to end, I just don’t have the balls to make that happen. Probably for the best, I…

  • The Void of Despair

    The Void of Despair

    “Words of Affirmation” is my Love Language. Words are my emotional and mental lifeblood, they can lift me up AND break me down. They can help me thrive in tough times, or… send me spiraling into The Void of Despair – which is not a good place for me. Hurtful words are like a landmine,…

  • WTAF, Brain?!

    WTAF, Brain?!

    So, there I was, strolling calmly along a gravel path in “normal” dreamlike fashion, nothing out-of-the-ordinary worth noting. It was a generally nice day with a few clouds scattering the sky. I remember seeing a sign previously, but not what it said, just that it was naming an area where a road would end in…

  • The Dementor

    The Dementor

    Yeah, I enjoyed Harry Potter. Can’t say I’m a fan of the author, but… this isn’t about HP. It’s – yet another – “nickname” scenario. I met Isaac (The Dementor) in May of 2013, shortly after I’d been fired from the apartment management job (See Here). A friend of mine had set me up to…

  • The Aftermath

    The Aftermath

    One song that I used to love, for no other reason than how beautiful it was, is “You Lost Me” – by Christina Aguilera. It’s 15 years old now and I still love it. The problem is that now it’s hauntingly beautiful and – unfortunately – relatable (in a way). It’s another “need to listen…