You won’t know how to quantify, justify, dignify my body, because it exists inside memory. And how can you measure memory? My body is a rocky pile of loose and slippery hope, a sky-scraping wall of shame, a holy cathedral for worship, and a soothing haven for rest. Tell me, how will you measure ...
Conscious and deliberate use of your breath is like accessing a superpower you never realized you had! I'd say that was definitely worth devoting a few minutes daily practice to, wouldn't you?
I sat myself down, had a talk with my unkind affliction, and made arrangements to order a new structure that could work for me. Who says we have to bear all our burdens, and bear them alone?
What would we use as currency in a society without money? What would we value? What would we work for, and how would we meet our needs? Even more curious, in a post-capitalistic society, how would we measure wealth, if money were no longer a driving factor?
I tell you this not to gain your pity or to put down one way of healing vs. another. I am sharing this because it is a story of success. I am finding my own way of healing, and discovering that healing can happen on my terms and in my own time and doesn’t have to look like someone else’s.
In my direct personal experience, abuse of any sort is cyclical. Via forces of both nature and nurture (or the lack thereof), it gets passed from one generation to the next. Abruptly turning one's back upon it can be a necessary self-protective measure. However, the systematic adoption of this ...
Heroin, I have looked pure evil in the eye more than once in this short lifetime of mine, but never have I seen a shadow more formidable than you. I will not bow to you, but I do fear you. I will never taste you, but I will call you an adversary most worthy.
The world can be rough and tough, and pretending that the happy and shiny things in life are the means to transcending our individual inner demons does not help anyone find wellness. The happy and whole and healthy moments of our lives are the rest and rejuvenation from the harder times.
Controlling her desire to control will always be the heartbeat, the lifeblood of a battle that will never fully recede, though it is indeed a war she is finally winning. She wins every time she stares her want down cold. Her steely eyes work to stop it dead. It's her wielded weapon, this ...