#healing

Hey it’s me again, I missed you. I really did. I want to say I’m sorry but I don’t really know why I’m sorry. For agreeing to end things with you or for not fighting enough. I’ve held on for far too long it hurts to see you not bothered. How consumed you are by…

My Iron Lobster is now a Spotify playlist too. 9 more days and the dissolution will be final, taking back my innocence, legally. I am keeping my married name for my daughter and because that is a lot of paperwork; Ill change it when I remarry. My Aunt has been away out of state, she…

So, this 1 message was received by my soon to be ex-husband; he called all by himself like big boy and scheduled an appointment for us to see a marriage therapist. I received the message too, I appreciated being included in that message, my ex seemed to forget to include me sometimes. I will call...

I guess we have to be able to name our feelings in order to be able to fully feel and process them. When you were never shown how to recognize and name feelings growing up, the journey to name them and let them out - rather than shove them down - feels next to impossible…

6:32am Final dump for a while. Like I mentioned in my last past, these memories play in my head like images or a short clip. Tonight has been a very active one for uninvited memories. My therapist told me to journal when I have memories from growing up that keep me from sleeping. This is…

I forgive myself. I relinquish the false narrative of a strong and happy face. Next time, ask for help ya silly ish! Prioritize self.. you cannot fill other cups when yours is empty. In all honesty.. cutting right to the chase.. F depression. Its a catch 22 that will blind side you. Opt out of&he...

Well, here goes. For three days I've been wondering where to start. Perfectionist syndrome. Screw it. I just need to start getting stuff out. So here it goes, just bloody well start writing. I want to keep a journal to track my progress with micro dosing. I'm going to try two medicines. Psilocybi...

As a teenager I kept a diary and would write in it for hours. About my day as a high schooler, my friends and crushes, my dreams, what I wanted to do with my life, what my husband would be like... and then all the sudden life got really hard. I stopped writing as I…

I have no answers as to how this could possibly help me. I've tried to journal my entire life. By that, I mean using an actual pen and paper and just let my heart lead the pen. That never lasted long. It seemed the only time I picked up a pen was when I was…

I am nearly 35 years old. And although in the past 5 years I have accomplished so much and have changed so much, sometimes the weight of feeling like I’m still a struggling, immature child that relies on what others think to guide my decisions is overwhelming. When I do make decisions for myself ...