I won’t be getting my happily ever after, at least not the kind that shows up in the romance novels I read and collect and have been devouring of late. I love those stories. It’s one of those secret things I wanted, a partner to grow old with and a big family. The lack thereof …
Continue reading The loss of the original “happily ever after”.
On alternate Mondays, I meet with my therapist. On the phone these days, seeing as we’re locking down and flattening the curve. I don’t mind doing my part but the truth is, virtual appointments are not as effective for me. I adopt a persona, even knowing it’s unhelpful. I become performance me, not me-me. This …
The same old refrain and I’m tired of hearing it, tired of repeating it, discussing it, hugging it tight, loving it to let it go, dealing with inner demons, blaming the media. It’s the flesh. It’s always the flesh. Moods come and go and some days I can leave the house. Past traumas come to …
I have a new notebook for journalling. The timing worked out well; I used the last page of my previous journal on the last day of the month. Such lovely synchronicity. I have a new notebook and that’s an intimidating thing. I’ve already started wrong. I bought a small notebook this time – five by …
Continue reading When the notebook is new: thoughts about eating disorders.
The lawyer I hired when I split from my son’s father told me he had learned, over the course of his practice, that it takes most people about half the length again of a relationship to get over it. It doesn’t mean you don’t move on; it just takes a while before you can think …
