You are exquisite. An unrepeatable miracle. The most perfect and imperfect combination of DNA and cells, nature and nurture, time and place. You are a mind, a collection of firing synapses and neural pathways that will never be repeated. Hurting and healing, success and failure. You are graduation days and funerals, tears of joy and tears… Continue reading Make This House my Home #loveyourbodyweek
I accidentally reached the point where who I am as a person is synonymous with being stressed, which was entirely unintentional and not the dazzling personality trait I'd hoped for. Maybe we all should have seen it coming when my Mother used to say I had frog fingers thanks to my bitten away nails making… Continue reading A Bell Jar of Stress and Trying to Leave it.
I used to tense up when I was told I 'looked better'. I was proud of my disguise, but I also felt a strange sort of disconnect between the girl on the outside and what I was trying to understand about the inside of me. I had this sick belief that I deserved to have… Continue reading Inside Outside. (I am in recovery, but it is messy)
Over the course of this year, my entire life has been shaken up more times than I can count. I feel almost dizzy, my head is spinning still, even in the moments of peace. Residual sea sickness. Throwing up on the pavement. Regardless, I feel the tiniest sparkle of excitement. The Holy Spirit is speaking… Continue reading In the Waiting.
Let me preface this with the context that this writing is therapy homework. A blog post and homework all in one. Brilliant. I mean, if you have to kill two birds, you may well use one stone. I call it genius, others probably call it lazy. (off topic, but I don't support the killing of… Continue reading It Totally and Completely Depends.
Sometimes I want to be together, I want to sound intelligent, well researched. I want to everything to progress through a series of steps until it reaches a conclusion, my life to be like a well-formed essay. Sometimes I think I just need honesty. I am a mess. Like completely. I can’t think of a single… Continue reading I’m Talking to Me. (or, a hypocrite speaks)
In year 11 and 12 I did top level English. It was an interesting experience for all involved in my education. I was a bit of a mess at that point in my life and had sub-zero confidence in my ability to have an actual opinion on anything. Despite this, one of the most important… Continue reading To The Bone, a Recovery Reading.