I go to therapy weekly. It keeps me even keeled. For the most part. This particular session waded into my youth and the constant battles within. The injuries, the pain, the mental damages from all sides from the beginning. Any time I go this deep into those memories, it puts me in a very defensive place, after years of being told I was lying, or … Continue reading Unpacking Baggage is the Worst.
I am fascinated by how humans hold tiny little moments of our lives sacred. We all have a few things that have taken such a firm grasp of our souls that they affect us. By becoming emotional, by dedicating time to it, by thought or deed. We mourn moments that are ours alone to hold witness. Most of our memories are changed and stylized by … Continue reading Memories and How To Friend
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