Release Your Dead Weight And Soar.
Don’t waste your tears on those who don’t deserve it. Don’t chase or cry over anyone who doesn’t feel lucky to have you in their life.
I Finally Chose Me.
There were still feelings of sadness present after this epiphany, because I knew I had to have a discussion with another who was part of this particular situation. I knew they weren’t going to like my decision. However, the empowerment I felt trumped all feelings of grief and sadness, and it ...
Kisses Of Torn Truth: The Seduction Of A Creative Storm.
Only the knowing sky understands. Only the glittering rebel diamonds that sparkle through night clouds can truly know what it is to live with this beautiful darkness.
Detachment: Letting Go Of My Growing Children.
I tell myself that I need to detach in order to guide them in the highest way without letting myself be a roadblock to their independence.
The Ripple Effect Of Sharing Our Stories.
If I let myself run naked across this page, you will see me. I will be vulnerable. A deer in an open meadow with a bow and arrow pointed at my heart, or my jugular. I might stand wide-eyed and terrified of being laid to rest in a pool of my own blood-spill, or maimed to the point of crawling ...
Finding A New Normal And Healing On My Own Terms.
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.
A Mother’s Heart. {poetry}
It is my hope that my daughter and I will continue to live in the present and choose love over resentment. This poem, Mother’s Heart, was written for my daughter, whom I love with every drop of my being.
Thank You For Surviving The Wreck And Choosing Life.
The healing that sometimes happens is exquisite, shattering every idea I once had about how much a human heart can hold. Against all odds, it is possible that sometimes our grief gives us our humanity, restores us to relationship. But it does not return us to what once was.
The Freedom To Stay: Rethinking Pathological Relationships.
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 ...
Why Do I Need To Hear The Things That I Already Know?
Absolute knowing is a knowing you can hear again and again, but we confuse familiar with knowing. The familiar dances around the knowing. Its smell reminds us of the known, its taste reminds us of the known, its touch, its sound -- but like a spice mixed into a casserole so that you wouldn't be ...