I was raised on reduced by the continual messaging that my sole function was to make myself pleasing to those displeased by me…. To seek approval from the disapproving: TO…
So.... One of my tattoos is the word “mercy”. MERCY: compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm. It was around age 30…
It was happy, fun, funny, yummy, cozy. Each and all of us were both free and held. Diametrically opposed to my previous tradition of: untethered and trapped. Anticipation leading up…
For only the briefest of moments, I considered feigning, here, as if I felt purely serene and celebratey about today, Thanksgiving. But why? For whom would I be posing? Recovery frees me from…