Another Thanksgiving
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…
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…
Thoughtful Cruelty I obssess reflect often on how my reactions to trauma—my insecurity, shame, and depression—were treated harshly by the very people I depended on. I was openly and collectively…
Artificial Indifference Artificial Indifference. Finally—a name for the thing that was sought, feigned, and revered in my family, and later in an equally dysfunctional marriage. I see my younger son…
When I choose to confront something happening right now—something I see as worth addressing—and someone tries to shut me down by dragging the conversation into the past, I finally understand…