May 5 – On the Beach
Rambling thoughts as I chase some clarity and peace with psilocybin microdosing: The only last name that ever truly felt like mine was the one I chose—Mills—on September 12, 2011.I’ve…
A stark truth rendered in words—how narcissistic abuse isolates the scapegoat child.
It Has Broken Me
The Cycle Wins~ It has been deeply painful to not only have been judged from my earliest days, for my senstivity, my overwhelm, my limits, and that my existence has…
When pain hits and no one is there to hold you—living with chronic pain, anxiety, and the weight of being unsupported.
The Pain from the Pain
Today, my back hurts—badly. But the pain itself is only the beginning. Almost immediately, I feel panic. That’s my second skin, my automatic response to discomfort: fear. Not just fear…