Success and failure are all wrapped up in who we think we should be. But what does that really mean to me? I never thought to ask myself that question.
Introducing Snarky the Snark Dog
I used to think I was just snarky and that it gave me an edge. I guess back in the day; I thought it made me cool. Now it just gets in the way. But there is a reason for it. I just had to dig deep enough to figure it out.
No One Lies About Pain & Trauma
I have moments that I feel like a fraud. Because I don’t have all of the memories, all of the details of my abuse. Do I really need those memories? Those details?
The Puzzle of My Memories
Memories. We are told they are fallible. So what do I do with fragmented memories of abuse?
All Aboard! Next Stop Failuresville
Last week it felt like everything triggered my anxiety. Packing up the condo, moving into the RV, with the deadline of having to leave on Saturday. We left on Saturday, so win, but my anxiety kept telling me that I failed.