Tag: anxiety
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Overcommunicate With Me, Please
This past weekend I had another triggering moment. The moment itself was so small, hardly noticeable. To most other people, the event would have passed without so much as an acknowledgement. But for me, not only did I notice it, I felt beat across the face with it… hard. Lately, I’ve been doing pretty good…
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Gold
We know the saying “Not all that sparkles is gold.” For some of us, we take it a step further. “Nothing that sparkles is gold. It just can’t be. It probably doesn’t even exist.” We’ve made it a way of life. Skeptical. Suspicious. Doubting everything. It can be exhausting when you don’t trust anything or…
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Stronger
It has been a week. While it’s not all bad, there have been quite a few unexpected challenges and costs that have come up. And the overwhelming thoughts and feelings creep in. A lot of changes and new things. A lot of work consuming my time, suffocating me with the reminder that there will never…
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Journals of Old
This past week I decided to crack open a few very old journals. The first official journal I kept began when I was 13 years old. A lot of what was written is a bit ridiculous, dramatic, and all over the place as you would probably expect from any 13-year-old. Favorite bands and musicians, tv…
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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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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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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…
That Scared Little Girl 