The feelings and words that swirl inside of me, deafen me with the cacophony of contradicting, mutually valid experiential perspectives. My entire existence begins and extends from my perceptions established by my mind, my decisions, my choices to give into my egotistical self belittling tapes or to recognize them, press pause before I can even begin to start reciting along… Read more →
Month: June 2015
I’m done.
That moment when I realized both my Dad and my Mom chose my Dad’s gf over me. I’m done. F*ck a family that has never allowed me feel at home or safe or seen or loved. F*ck family who has used my openness and empathy to mistreat, torture and write me off my whole life. I’m done. NO MORE. My… Read more →
It’s the first time
It’s the first time K and I have ever been apart since he moved out to Oregon at the beginning of last summer. We had been planning for this since I had been craving alone time, time in solitude with myself for a long while. It’s interesting though, my longing for him did not allow me much solitude. For the… Read more →
Ahhh fresh new blog!
Sometimes, a fresh start is in order. As a life-long struggler with the (partially) inherited habits of hoarding; I know this yearning more acutely than many, I feel. The desire my heart has for organized space, flow, open, voluminous width and soaring heights is in direct contradiction and contrast to the piles of chaotic scramble that is my living space.… Read more →