The mythology of secrets

I am always fascinated with how systematic and chronic abuse trains people to react to the secrets when even a little light is cast onto the pain. Everyone has a role to play - the family's martyrs, sophists, pundits, revisionists and secret keepers all circle the wagons and begin their dance regardless of how cruel... Continue Reading →

You are valuable & worthy

"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is something valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch." — e.e cummings (via psych-quotes) I will just set this here for you: whether you know it or it or not, you are valuable, you are worthy. Remember.... Continue Reading →

The End of Mythology: Estrangements are strange events (Part 2)

Estrangement alienation: separation resulting from hostilityalienation: the feeling of being alienated from other peopleestranged - alienated: caused to be unlovedestranged - Having become a stranger, of one who formerly was close, as a relative, friend, lover, or spouseto arouse especially mutual enmity or indifference in where there had formerly been love, affection, or friendliness___________________________________________________Saying there... Continue Reading →

Life Lessons: I broke my ankle & other things I’m grateful for

I broke my ankle last week.  Okay. That is a bit hyperbolic. I only chipped the bones in my ankle. Essentially, I fell into a hole. More specifically I fell into an erosion ditch. Well, I landed on a rock jumping over an erosion ditch. The rock was big. And round. Okay! Okay! I fell... Continue Reading →

The End of Mythology: Ralph’s death (Part 1)

My grandfather died last August. His death significantly changed my worldview. Ralph's death helped me see the mythology of my family is not the reality. And honestly, it pissed me off. It pissed me off because for the first time I was able, with the guidance of a caring but uninvolved friend, to see the... Continue Reading →

The Things I Carry: It’s All Here (Part 2)

The problem with being an emotional hoarder is that you never throw anything away. Which is after all, the definition of a person who hordes. Pretty soon there isn't room for anything new because the old is crowding up the place. There isn't room for new events, memories, people or opportunities. It is just like... Continue Reading →

My Daughter Hates Me: Some wrongs can never be fully righted (Part 11 of 13)

For a long time my choices tied my life into a seemingly inescapable Gordian Knot: a knot inadvertently binding those I love (and hated) to a life of chaos and confusion. I tried everything I could think of to untie the knot. Often my best thinking made it worse. "The significant problems we face cannot be... Continue Reading →

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