I took a magnificent trip this summer.
It was not without its own difficulties. It was my first time leaving the country. My first time leaving my family for more than two or three days.
There were a lot of firsts.
I did not know how I would handle this trip. The growing, healing part of myself was ready to take this adventure head on. To prove to myself that I could.
The scared, anxious part of myself was worried. The What ifs?? were loud and present.
Writing has always been my outlet. It is my way of venting, of processing…of figuring out what I am even thinking.
One side effect of this, however, is that I tend to write more frequently when I feel bad. The emotions during tumultuous times need to be let out…so I hit the keyboard.
Lately? Lately I have been feeling a lot better. Not perfect. I have noticed spans of melancholy and I can easily fall back into old, not-so-healthy patterns. But, overall, my need to write has been less.
Today, however, that need felt big again. I felt that overwhelming desire to get on my computer and start typing away. I have something to say. Continue reading
I am a many layered entity.
There have been many times throughout this journey to healing where I have thought I have reached my center, only to be surprised to discover more layers of complexities underneath.
Diligently, I have peeled back layer after layer. Gruelingly, grudgingly, and guardedly, at times. Happily, laughingly, and interestedly, at others.
The fact, however, remains: finding the center is hard to do… Continue reading
Until recently, I did very little in my life just for me.
Don’t get me wrong…I am not the world’s most selfless person. I can be stubborn. I can pout. I can whine until I get my way.
But…I also seemed to lack the courage and the confidence to ever simply be me.
It started young–I took care of others. That was my role. I was the peacekeeper, the nurturer, the comforter. Continue reading
A few months ago, I was struggling with some really intense feelings.
I had realized, at this point, how much my therapist meant to me. How she had been the ONE person who had been there for me through all my struggles.
The feelings were complicated. I felt ashamed… I realized that I wanted more from the therapy relationship. I didn’t want to just be her client. I wanted to be her friend. I wanted to be special. She made me feel this way…I wanted that feeling to be the truth.
Yet, I also knew that these weren’t the feelings I should be feeling. I know the boundaries that exist in a therapeutic relationship…and I knew that I was beginning to over-rely on her for emotional support. Continue reading
Last night, I got hit with a wave of emotions.
It started as I finished reading a really deep, romantic novel. Each time I read a book in this genre, I start to feel melancholy. I look at the way the book portrays romantic love, and grieve over the fact that my love looks so much different.
I stayed up entirely too late reading this book. Around midnight, I snuck upstairs and crawled into bed. I felt a little battle-worn. Continue reading
Personal growth is a journey that requires the shedding of many things–old habits, negative thinking, and certain people.
Learning which people should be in my life–which ones deserve my time and love and energy–that has been a growing process in and of itself. Continue reading