Is it anger? Is it pain? It is fear? I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s none of these things. These are the gifts you bring to your hidden self and put away like unopened presents from people you wish would have given you their selves instead. You take…
I was trolled last week about my appearance. Other people’s reactions brought me insights about the role of shame in their lives and made me think about mine.
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.
I found this in my Drafts folder. I don’t remember who I wrote this about. But I do remember feeling this way. And today, it feels like a message from another one of my selves, telling me what I need to hear. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ I did something I feel terrible about….
I met somebody recently. Someone who has known me for nearly a decade, only I can’t remember them at all. All the references check out, the dates line up, the stories match. And yet, there’s a gaping hole in my memory where this person should be. All I can find…
The thrill of it. The validation. Why do people cheat?
“She tried to be the kind of person that interesting things happened to.”
You’re uncomfortable in silences. In sighs. In whispers. In conversations. How do you feel about holding hands?
Getting older has me reevaluating what it means to care and thus, how closure looks It doesn’t have to be clean.
Twenty-six years ago on this day, I had my first period.