Poetry Series – PTSD

Not everyone out there, watching your moves is doing it so that they can root for you. See, it’s been brought to my awareness that some of my readers might be creeps, going through my posts just to keep tabs on me. I’d like to say that I’ve flattered that I take up that muchContinue reading “Poetry Series – PTSD”

Poetry Series – Titles

I think back often to sitting at the bar next to a mostly stranger and letting him order a shot he thinks I’ll like as he explains to me how he came across his newfound confidence when he just woke up one day and decided it was who he was ready to be. I hadn’tContinue reading “Poetry Series – Titles”

Poetry Series – Grounding Steps

The truth about life, for me, is that the smallest things are the most impactful. This means a leaf can move me to tears with the way it dances in the wind, beautifully, to bird songs. Similarly, it means that the pebbles lining the ground hold more opportunity than they ever do inconvenience. If IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Grounding Steps”

Poetry Series – Shame

I keep promising myself no judgment but it’s hard when I watch my over-ambitious plans be patched together and then come crumbling apart as soon as they get close. Sometimes it’s situational, out of my control, but sometimes I’m backing out, feeling out of control. I promised myself a conversation this week, it didn’t happen.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Shame”

Rewrite.

Our lives can be broken down into the experiences we have and how they are shaped by our perspectives. What happens is if an experience is particularly traumatic for us, its explosive nature often leads us to reshape our perspective to account for the possibility of that narrowly escaped catastrophe happening again. For anyone that,Continue reading “Rewrite.”

The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5

In a parenting book, I read that it’s important to be patient with children as they’re having meltdowns because they have very big emotions inside of their very little bodies so of course, it’s going to look like a bit of a mess as they bubble to the surface. Sometimes my emotions feel too bigContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5”