I took that quote to heart over the past week, and celebrated me, myself, and I for 9 days. I took off work, didn’t schedule any appointments, and made no commitments other than a pool party with friends and our kids. It was amazing. I got my nails and feet pampered, let an amazing massage…
Awkward “Newbie” Queer Coming Through
I think I’m done with cis-men…like I’m 95% sure that I don’t want to ever date one again. When I envision my future, I don’t necessarily see a cis-man in it as my partner. (And for the record, sometimes I don’t see a partner in my future.) More often than not, if I’m envisioning a…
Another Depressing Post Because My Life Is A Dumpster Fire Right Now and I’m Barely Coping
*Title in homage to Samantha Irby and her chapter titles (if you read this, I adore you) I’m in the middle of a massive fibromyalgia flare, which isn’t surprising given the amount of stress I’m under. At least I got to enjoy book club and some amazing Indian food before it hit; but let me…
Autism, Borderline Personality, and Generalized Anxiety All Walked Into a Bar
This should be our welcome mat. These past couple of weeks have been interesting (that’s me, reframing so that I’m not once again just complaining in my writings). I’ve come out of a low, and my anxiety has ramped up. 12, autistic, had been having a TOUGH time with emotional regulation, especially in the middle…
Trauma, The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Recently I watched Evan Rachel Wood’s documentary titled “Phoenix Rising” on HBOMax, and it wasn’t easy. If you haven’t watched it and won’t find it triggering, I highly recommend watching it because it so clearly explains the grooming process, love bombing, brain washing, and the whole awful cycle. The bravery that it took for her…
A Release
Two years ago, at the beginning of The Pandemic, B was in the midst of an emotional breakdown that led to long term hospitalization. Not only were they being hospitalized, the facility was out of state, and because of COVID no in-person visits were allowed. A total of 7 months of not getting to hug…
Who Are You?
I should watch this again “Who are you?” That’s a question I ask myself quite a bit. Being an only parent means that so much of my identity is based around my kids. But I’m more than that, though I frequently forget it. “Who are you?” What even IS that question? How can it answer…
It’s All a Simulation
*This has been sitting in "drafts' for about a week. I kept telling myself that I needed to tell the story of the last weekend with my abuser in the home, and then I kept not writing because I didn't feel like bringing up those feelings again right now. Instead y'all get funny stories about…
Death by A Thousand Cuts
I’ve wanted to write for over a week, but my brain was too much…my brain doesn’t stop ever, unless I’m meditating, doing yoga, or smoking weed. All the time that I’m living life, in the back of mind there’s a list constantly running: When is B’s next orthodontist appt? Need to email the school again…
Deconstructed Yoga Mom 