healing
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LGBTQ-ish
I want to preface with a couple of things: First, trigger warnings for emotional, domestic, and sexual abuse. Probably also other forms of abuse, but I’m still learning terms. Secondly, my journey to understanding the importance and value of inclusion has been so very uncomfortable and I’m honestly still working on upgrading my mental narrative.… Continue reading
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It’s Raining Again
I knew how important it was that someone begin dismantling our family’s framework of control ….. I just didn’t understand how much it would hurt. Continue reading
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Sometimes Gravity Doesn’t Ground. Sometimes It Crushes.
Navigating the SSDI review process feels like a constant battle. From the emotional upheaval to the invasive medical demands, every day brings a new wave of uncertainty and anxiety. Continue reading
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Unexpected Grief
My heart aches and my mind is as bleary as my red and puffy eyes. I generally pride myself in finding the very best words to utilize in poignant expressions of my thoughts. Today’s writing will most likely fall short of beautiful, but I NEED to write it out. Have to somehow, maybe, find a… Continue reading
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Not Warned
When I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, my doctors and nurses gave me access to so much information about what I might expect as time passed. There were pamphlets, a plethora of doctor office printouts, and then the onslaught of healing advice from friends. I read about every possible discomfort that could reasonably show… Continue reading
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Control
My story does have a happy ending, but my journey here was a turbulent one. Occasionally, a random thought will blow my memory calendar open to a date long past. I reflect upon those moments, reaching for understanding. Here and there, I am able to grasp hold of a little clarity into why my younger… Continue reading
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To Surrender A Dream
It’s time that I let you go. With every shard of my being, every fragment of my grieving soul, I want to carry you here. I want to hold you, to hear you, to touch you, to watch you become and grow. But what I desire is irrelevant. This broken vessel I reside in is… Continue reading
Creating Peace From the Pieces 