I keep worrying that, what if my life is actually really easy and I'm the one making it hard? Am I just complaining too much? Expecting something better when it isn't an option? Maybe everyone feels like I feel all the time, emotionally and physically, but I'm the one complaining about it? I'm the one... Continue Reading →
We've all be there, that moment when we are certain we can't go another minute with things as they are.
It somehow seems logical, doesn’t it, that the introduction and relief of physical pain would mimic the same in emotional pain? And that, therefore, existing emotional pain might find relief in the introduction and removal of physical pain. It doesn’t, though. It doesn’t even make the emotional pain more tangible. Instead, it just tears the... Continue Reading →
Shame is a parasite. A sickness that bores its way into you, bedding itself inside your core, presumably, perceivably dormant, but licking steadily at already sore, already raw pain. It eats away at kindness and love, those which you might give yourself, except for the growing illness coiling its way around your spirit like a... Continue Reading →