grace
move through life slowly and do it with grace, grandma said to me. make your way like you’re walking through water; glide. i have not been brilliantly successful, i must confess, since by nature, or nurture, my movements are haphazard and clumsy, made more so by haste and impulsivity. the racing thoughts and shifting chaos that roll through my brain are reflected in quick movements … Continue reading grace
no more multitasking
“i used to be a can-do multi-tasker. i could juggle jobs like nobody’s business. i was the girl you gave extra work to if you needed it done, especially if the timeline was sooner rather than later.” Continue reading no more multitasking
we want to be seen
“we all want to be seen. we all want to be validated. why is it so hard?
sometimes the problem is us. in my life, often it’s me. i want to be known and heard, but it’s hard to share the truth of my reality. i dole out bits and pieces of myself, sharing a portion of this and a smidgen of that, but i’m never fully exposed. i keep many of the dark bits hidden inside. i remain convinced that the reality of me is unhandleable and unsupportable.” Continue reading we want to be seen
I Am Sic
is it odd to say you love something when the subject matter is dark? no matter, i do, mostly because it speaks to me. it reminds me of the mental rage that occurs when my bulimia is at its most active. it reminds me of the racing thoughts and the rage that swirls about inside. mental illnesses are hard but sharing the struggles is a … Continue reading I Am Sic
