Tag: family
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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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Cool Breeze and Catfish
No not catfished, catfish. Specifically fresh, thin, and fried. Earlier this week, out of no where, this thought walked into my headspace and altered me a bit. Wait a second, what about the good memories? What about the good times I had as a child in my family? Most of the time I’ve been focused…
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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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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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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…
That Scared Little Girl 