Tag: trauma
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Rhythms and Rabbit Trails
We all know that music has the ability to transport us something supernaturally to memories of the past. It opens doors we forget are even there. Follow me down my rabbit hole for a second. It was our last day of school (for kids) on Thursday and I decided to take a quick walk when…
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Teacher Tales: Marathon Month(s)
This was written yesterday, but I just had negative zero energy left to proofread or edit last night, so here it is on a slightly more energized Saturday morning… I also work in a Title I school in case you’re reading this and this is shocking to you. We just wrapped up our last full…
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Healing Memories
Sorry I’m late, I was busy being a miserable human. I thought this would be the weekend it slipped. The habit I’ve slowly developed of blogging once a week. (Even though I’m just publishing this, I worked on it starting yesterday, so that counts.) Though it hasn’t been easy, I’ve managed to sneak something out…
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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…
That Scared Little Girl 