I don’t know how long this little Mom series might last… it could be awhile. Today I’ve been thinking about some of my major traumatic memories. My mom didn’t necessarily cause all of the trauma, but she didn’t help ease it, either. We have always walked on eggshells around my mother. Everyone’s primary job atContinue reading “Mom II”
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Fatigue
I have noticed for a long time that I am tired, SO TIRED, when I go to visit my parents. They live several states away, so I don’t see them very often on “their turf”–it’s hard to travel with small kids, and especially over the last pandemic year, we only made the trip once (aContinue reading “Fatigue”
Date Night!
My last few posts about childbirth and postpartum PTSD left me feeling a little drained and depleted. It’s just… a lot. I have more to say, and I have lots more to think about after therapy this week, but I’ll see how I feel about it in the coming days and write more then. ButContinue reading “Date Night!”
Love
Today is the day for love, I suppose. My husband and I have mostly started giving nice cards to each other for these types of holidays, and enjoying some drinks and a nicer dinner than usual. This year, that will be in our own dining room, and I’m fine with that. When I think ofContinue reading “Love”
OK, Fine.
“OK, fine.” That’s what I said to my therapist as I begrudgingly agreed that she might be right about my preferred mode of communication with my husband (and all other living, breathing things). I don’t deal well in moments of intense emotion–I typically freeze and just shut down. That makes speaking difficult. I have learnedContinue reading “OK, Fine.”
Revelation
I hate to admit it, but I still sometimes (most of the time) have this superiority complex in therapy where I think I already know everything my therapist is going to say, or that I’m somehow the smartest person in the room. That makes me sound awful, but it’s how I feel. I still thinkContinue reading “Revelation”
New Healing
In my last blog post, I wrote about how devastating it was to reread my old childhood journals. As I’ve reflected on that, I have also realized that every desire I expressed, every dream I wrote about… has come true. I wrote again and again that all I wanted in life was the have aContinue reading “New Healing”
Island
I pride myself on being fiercely independent, and most of the time, that’s a good thing. Every book and every therapist out there will insist that recovery cannot take place without a support system–a network of caring friends and family to hold your hand. I don’t entirely buy that. I’ve battled this personal demon forContinue reading “Island”
I Quit: Giving up Bulimia 