The hydra is finished I modify my appearance with important events. I celebrated my driver's license with getting my cartilages pierced (and literally starting to date the dude who would become the father of the girl represented by my left shoulder) A tattoo goes on to mark something for me. (Literally, no shit Sherlock) Figuratively,... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Black and white thinking, all or nothing, and catastrophizing were descriptors of me. I used to think if I worried about or thought about everything enough, I could control it. In some ways, maybe I took expect the best, plan for the worst too literally. In reality, I would just worry about everything and drive... Continue Reading →
So I can listen to the crickets better on a chilly night. So I can stop listening to the rumination that is as effective and draining as punching water to smooth it. So I can remind myself that I have yet to think my way out of a single problem So I can appreciate the... Continue Reading →
I am 13 years old. I'm in 7th grade. I'm on the bus, and I have the asshole kid in front of me reminding me how fat I am. He's added, now, to close my legs, because I smell like fish. My stomach crawled in my throat, and my heart is desperately trying to plug... Continue Reading →