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The Final Disappointment
Disclaimer: This post feels a little longer and a little less clear… which is part of the reason I had to write it. It was three Christmases ago… maybe it was after Christmas… New Year? It’s foggy. It’s amazing to me how hard it is to remember certain landmark memories with our dad. I call…
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Joy
PROMPT: What brings you joy in life? This was a really fun list to make and reminds me of all the things that have been some of the more important parts of my healing journey. The more I grow and heal, the more I’m learning to enjoy in life and it’s fun! Sometimes I feel…
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Brave
PROMPT: How are you brave? I felt the pull of this prompt, and even though I didn’t respond to it immediately, the question lingered in my heart. How am I brave? But really, I kind of want to know. So I looked around… Lipstick. I saw my reflection in my mirror and the leftover stain…
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Bloganuary?
We’ll see… I signed up for the blogging prompts for Bloguary, but I approach this as I do all other things in life, with caution and hesitancy. I have no large or grandiose plan, but I enjoy a good chance to write, so why not? PROMPT: What is something you want to achieve this year?…
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Self-Gaslighting
Yesterday, I walked to my mailbox, but in a rare moment of spontaneity, I decided to keep walking. The weather was absolutely perfect. It was neither hot nor cold, but rather comforting, making me feel perfectly cozy. As I walked farther down the sidewalk, the sun began to peek through the trees as if to…
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Your Story
Fresh from my current read, The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel Van Der Kolk, M.D… I’ve always had an obsession with stories. Movies and books… even people. What’s the story? In some part, I think it was a coping mechanism or survival skill. I looked…
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Christmas Gratitude
It’s Christmas morning. And I’m sitting here in the coffee shop I’ve become a regular to over this past week while I’m in town visiting family for the holidays. It’s a coffee shop I frequented with my sisters and friends as a teen when I lived here growing up… before the great escape. I’m sitting…
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To Blame or Not to Blame…
I’ve wrestled with this question for many years for many reasons, but have come to stare this question in the face moreso in the last year or two as I’ve begun my healing and discovery journey. If I acknowledge the pain that was done to me as a child, does that mean that I’m blaming…
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