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Seasons Of Trauma
My therapist once introduced me to an interesting concept when we were discussing the ebbs and flows of my mental health. I actually think it came up because we were discussing my birthday and how I felt absolutely no excitement despite being in a completely new situation now. In my abusive relationship, my birthday was…
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The Rabbit Hole
Writing, reading, editing, transcribing, meetings, emails, slack. Work seems to have consumed me the last few weeks, I’ve scarcely had time to post on my blog. The children have gone back to school and after six long weeks of getting up from my desk every five minutes to get someone a snack, break up a…
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Bonding With My Boy
Today I want to share something absolutely amazing with you all. A few days ago, while I was cleaning up, I caught a glimpse of a notebook in my sons room. In big red lettering across the top was printed the word: STORY. Feeling instantly elated and nostalgic, I backed away and left the room…
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The Massacre In The Garden
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I cannot keep a plant alive for love nor money. Saying that, there is a healthy little Jade Plant on my desk at home that is thriving. It was a gift from a friend. Sometimes when I’m working I share my drink with it, it doesn’t…
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Trying Not To Be Chair Shaped #4
Today, I decided to try some alternate exercise. I went on the trampoline with the children. Very nearly wet myself. I’m three children deep, you’d think I’d know a thing or two about incontinence by now, but my pelvic floor seemed to survive thus far. Perhaps it was turning thirty-one that did it. Either way,…
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Honest Healing
Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere, how truly alone I have felt in my life. I lean across the window sill in my bedroom to push the window wide before bed, thinking about nothing more sinister than the cool night air and it’s delicious contrast to the warm, soothing sheets while I sleep. My…
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Disassociation
You know that feeling when you arrive at a destination, you park the car, and then you realise you have absolutely no recollection of the drive there? Or when you leave the house, get ten yards down the road and have no idea if you shut and locked the door, so you turn back and…
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