Enjoy the Ride.
“Hatred is never progress.
Hatred will never deliver us from what we have become.”
-Lindsay
Our family was little. Our family was comprised of just us. I feel the sting of tears and I can hear her voice state clearly, “don’t be sad, ninzie”. Boy, momma. I sure am trying. You aren’t making it easy on me though. This one is a doozy. I feel so weird with no one…
I recently started writing in a journal I was given that offers questions and prompts of reflection. A page asked who I would be without my trauma and pain narrative and caused me to pause for a few minutes. Who WOULD I be without my fatherless behaviour? Sometimes people with abandonment wounds will flutter from…
Sometimes as the day begins to wind down I find myself feeling anxious. I realize I am clenching my jaw and it’s almost like my skeleton wants to climb out of my skin. I can’t immediately figure out what’s wrong with me. I’m uncomfortable. Am I forgetting something? Am I late? No, nothing like that.…
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