You have to go. I wish you never existed. The thrill of you is not worth The ache. .Weeks of wishing for you And I have you without Having you. … Continue reading Traitor

You have to go. I wish you never existed. The thrill of you is not worth The ache. .Weeks of wishing for you And I have you without Having you. … Continue reading Traitor
“Unlike other forms of psychological disorders, the core issue in trauma is reality.” Bessel A. von der Kolk — Traumatic Stress: The Effects of Overwhelming Experience on Mind, Body and … Continue reading My C-PTSD
“You cannot co-parent with a narcissist. I repeat, YOU. CANNOT. CO-PARENT. WITH. A. NARCISSIST.”—Jenny Penland “You Can’t Co-Parent With A Toxic Ex, But You Can Do This Instead” If you are … Continue reading Spot on Advice: “You Can’t Co-Parent With A Toxic Ex, But You Can Do This Instead”
“You wonder why you make girls cry My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess Boy, you and your promises If your goal was to love, you scored an … Continue reading “I can certainly try” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 3: The Saga Continues)
“And another one bites the dust Oh, why can I not conquer love? And I might have thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons And … Continue reading “I can certainly try.” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 2: Analysis)
“Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn Just how to love again Oh my weeping willow Let your leaves fall and return Oh darling the seasons are … Continue reading “I can certainly try” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 1)
I can see him standing there, lording himself over his domain. “Messiah,” I spat the word on the black earth. My head twitching in negation, I avert my eyes. Backing … Continue reading The things I Dream About
“Choices, skillfully made, lead to freedom. You don’t have to be swept away by your feeling.”—Henepola Gunaratana It’s been a troubling week. I’ve skipped a lot of meals. I’ve cried … Continue reading “I’d certainly like to.” is not, after all, “yes.”
Am I an empty cup? Or just a cup with no bottom? Nothing seems to fill me up: Pouring in Summer, feeling Autumn.