The journey to self-acceptance is a funny one. I’ve struggled with myself a lot over the years – my mind, my weight, my voice, my purpose. There are times I would think I overcame an obstacle only to find myself grappling with it again a few months later. Our journeys are never linear and sometimesContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Seven”
Tag Archives: My Story
Poetry Series – Chest
I regularly find myself sitting down to write only to pour out something I was so sure that I was over. I think of a friend of mine whose tag has a spiral in it. We always keep circling back to learn something new about the point where we were previously at. So I allowContinue reading “Poetry Series – Chest”
The Way It Looks to Me – Part 6
I tapped my fingers one by one against his skin. I counted each one as it made contact – one, two, three, four, five. “What are you doing?” Counting. I thought by five, this would get easier. Replace “this” with anything you’d like. I thought after you’ve done something, anything, five times it had toContinue reading “The Way It Looks to Me – Part 6”
Connected
Growing up, math was the subject I excelled in. The patterns were easy for me to pick up on but I always got scolded for not “following the rules” of how we were being taught to figure it out. My brain would jump right to the answer. My therapist pats me on the back, tellingContinue reading “Connected”
Grief
More often than not when we hear the word grief, we assume someone’s talking about death. Less commonly to we refer to all of the bits of life that we have to mourn as we outgrow them by the same name. Our tendency to rename those moments, whether it be having to say goodbye toContinue reading “Grief”
The Way It Looked To Me – Part Two
Time and time again I trace my unwillingness to share my perspective back to a fear of judgment. No matter how often I’m shown it’s okay, part of me always holds on to this worry that highlighting the parts of people and moments I love the most will somehow scare people away. The thing aboutContinue reading “The Way It Looked To Me – Part Two”
Poetry Series – Manic
I think life is more about learning how to work with yourself than how to work yourself to be with. I’ve been asked before if my extremely good moods might possibly be mania or at least hypomania. My impulsivity notch gets stuck on high, my need for excitement growing, the incredible things I think I’mContinue reading “Poetry Series – Manic”
Voice
“You’re telling me this broad walked around with all of these dudes and SHE didn’t write a book about it? No, don’t believe it.” Maybe I’m not the only one that feels like my words have been stifled. Perhaps my voice isn’t the only one silently screaming from within to finally let it out. Sometimes,Continue reading “Voice”
Poetry Series – Hate
Whether we are intentionally being taught or not, we seem to always be learning. If you’ve ever spent enough time around someone that you start unintentionally taking on their mannerisms from time to time, you see that we’re not always trying to pick up the behaviors that we do. Sometimes exposure is all it takes.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Hate”
Rules of Roles
Are they doing more harm than good? I have been fortunate enough to encounter plenty of opportunities that I was really excited about, meet an assortment of amazing people, and have really magical moments, so far, throughout my life. The less fortunate part of this, is that my immediate reaction so many of the timesContinue reading “Rules of Roles”
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