And then she woke up to luxurious gray clouds and drizzles of rain. She felt sure in her roots even though the winds were taking her far away from everything she had expected. The winds planted her exactly where she needed to grow. To feel love from herself. And to maybe realize that some past … Continue reading Climb on
When a guy won’t stop touching you. This is my story with a “friend” and another example of white male gaslighting
I've tried, and I've tried again. I've tried so much that my hands hurt from holding on to this notion of my life or family. And I now must turn it over to my higher power. But I will never give up.
I was chatting with a friend about insomnia and my tools to combat it. I never used to have this problem until the last several months. I think stress is a key trigger for me. I was heading to bed and there was a mountain of dishes in the kitchen. And it was a mess. … Continue reading Insomnia, PTSD, assault
No, this is not really about murder. But it is about the threat of violence and physical assault. It is about fear, shame, stigma. It is about loud noises that make me jump, or small noises that cause paranoia. Why do I experience this right now? I can't tell you why. I wish I could … Continue reading Murder on the mind
My divine source is always charged, always on. No matter where I go, I am protected by her love, pure and infinite. This helps me realize, that despite the insanity of my life, these last two dozenish years, these last two weeks, that despite that--I am safe. I am protected...
I hope this doesn’t wake you. I have to testify this Friday. And I thought the uncertainty of the future and the fear of meth heads outside that I can hear were the things keeping me up. But then it hit me. A woman came to me door. She was almost murdered by a drunk … Continue reading I hope
Did you know living with dozens of painful symptoms can be confusing and overwhelming? That sometimes the only time you cry about it is with your new primary care doctor? That’s what I did today. I guess she didn’t realize asking “how’s your job?” would inspire sobs. Fucking fibromyalgia. Anyway, I was there for acupuncture … Continue reading 2019 is already intense