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When It Hurts: Surviving People, Life And Madness.

These people won’t tell you the truth no way, no how because they don’t trust you (and that’s because they know you can’t trust them) or because they have too much invested in the opposing perspective. They don’t want to understand you or make allowances or hear explanations.

wisdom

What I Gained In Letting Go.

I've had relationships like this in my life. I have spent nights sobbing on the couch in my husband's arms, or lying in bed reliving situations in my head and asking myself over and over and over again: Why? Replaying how hurt I have felt, how neglected, how forgotten, how invisible. Holding my ...

wisdom

Practical Advice For Dealing With Loss: The First Days.

Hold yourself close, and know that on the long, solitary road ahead, it is imperative to learn to love yourself more than you have ever loved yourself before.

you & me

Sometimes We Have To Say Goodbye.

I am the music heard between the edges of wind and sea. I will speak and follow my deepest felt justices. My heart is an activist for voices unheard and unseen. I walk with the hurt and see into the dark. I listen and feel the stories untold. I am the dreams wrapped around my mug.

poetry

The Very Near Death Of A Holy Heart And The Solitude of Knowing. {poetry}

I learned that this is what happens with hearts that need to be buried, and souls that have gotten too heavy and weary:

world

Rumi, Jake Sully, And A Starry, Starry Night.

Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.

you & me

Choose Bravery: To You, With Love And Strength.

I romanticized my pain for a long time. Drowned it in wine bottles and anxiety medication and the bed sheets of boys who didn’t love me.

fiction

The Wise And The Innocent: A Story Of Trust. {fiction}

The knife-edge teeth of the sharks -- who had once been their friends and accomplices in underwater adventures -- suddenly inspired fear. The midnight eyes of hawks and gulls -- who had once delighted the children with their dramatic displays of flight -- now reflected frightened stares. The ...

you & me

Thank You For Not Calling.

Some wonder why I’m thanking someone who hurt me so deeply and forever changed my life. Buddha’s saying pretty much says it all, Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Holding on to that rage and sadness was only hurting myself.

world

Excavating And Exorcising: To Find Yourself.

People hold a mirror to the self like nothing else can, I think. I found things I wanted to change because I wanted to change them in others. I found brutal honesty hurt me in the moment but was necessary in the long run. Lately I’ve tried not to sugarcoat my thoughts too much. People-pleasing ...

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