I wish there was somehow a way to process through the pains rather than burying them to resurrect another day. It feels there is no such thing is healing, merely these numbing techniques of coping.
I've been dealing with anxiety on and off this past week. When the undercurrent is there, it doesn't take much to set me off and turn me into spastic basket case. I had a bad attack last night and this morning I could feel it coming on again. In more recent times, I've decided against … Continue reading Channeling anxious energy into productive energy
Pain is the place where everything is fragmented. Oh, how I wish to be the glue! I'm not sure how to fix myself, I'll just try to fix you.
This post continues the themes of Strike the Root and We're more alike than different. Last night I came across more commentary about the youth taking a stand to demand gun reform. And I felt so conflicted. I find myself really wanting to support their efforts because how can you deny them? How can you get in the … Continue reading Projections of the Past
Do the pains of the past ever stop hurting? Does one ever "get over" anything? Is there a way to process something to where it never again rises up and seeks to destroy you? I go through this process every cycle and now it's just starting to feel like torture. Because it's the same old … Continue reading the pains of the past
It's coming over me again. Oh boy. A whole lot of feelings coming up like a tsunami wave, seemingly out of nowhere. The anxiety knocks me over and I don't know if I should try to stand or just lay here for awhile and hope it passes soon. In the past year I developed a … Continue reading to engage the madness or not…
Through a series of events last month, I found myself in a crystal shop picking through a basket of raw chunks of rose quartz. I had developed a growing interest in rose quartz, mostly because I think it's pretty, but also because it's supposedly good for healing a broken heart, etc. I had no idea … Continue reading My mineral friend, Rose Quartz
Looking back through the years, I notice a trend: I'm excellent at keeping others' secrets. Even if someone doesn't specifically ask me not to talk about what they've told me, I end up keeping quiet anyway. I always think it best to err on the side of caution and shut my mouth. No need to … Continue reading I can keep your secrets, but I can’t keep my own
This morning I asked my body what it needs. I've been feeling pretty bad lately. I'm emotionally stable for the first time in a year, but my body is still trying to find equilibrium. This is the first time in years I haven't been pregnant or breastfeeding, so my hormones are trying to find their … Continue reading A Turkey Visitation
Is there a way to be my own anchor? Is there a way to heal my own wounds? Can I find a place in me that's all I'll ever need? In the end, I'm all there is.