Pail by Pail II: Shame on Shame

A little over a year ago, I posted this story: Pail by Pail. I thought about it this morning after stream-of-conscious journaling---a practice I wish I could admit I stick to regularly. I'd not written in my journal since mid-October and mentally beat myself up for it. I even started today's journal entry with something... Continue Reading →

Win

Today, I nailed a presentation at work. But I felt like shit.Because autoimmune disease,Because trauma attacks endlessly,Because my head ached so bad that the sound of my own voice felt like breaking glass in my brain,Because my feelings were shit and didn't matter,Because imposter syndrome,Because anxiety experiences the worst so it won't hurt so bad... Continue Reading →

Truthfully? Afraid.

I had a dream last night that present-day-me somehow (as a spirit? a thought? a memory but also premonition?) was able to supernaturally visit myself as a 10-year-old. I appeared at a gathering with my mom's extended family at my grandparent's bay house in Galveston: a get together I vaguely remember. 10-year-old me was in... Continue Reading →

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