The nuance between admitting and accepting our flaws and past is a big point of contention in the recovery community. After I've combed through memory loss of my early childhood experiences and years lost through substance abuse, I was faced with a choice: am I going to admit to myself and others what happened to... Continue Reading →
Parenting problems? How to heal intergenerational trauma
Oh the irony of parents blaming their children for their outbursts!
To that day i fast #poem
i felt a throbbing ache in my chest last fall after counting heartthrobs and ribs after eating my weight in chips i sigh at last and the doctor i call she asks if i've been outside lately before sunsets and rainstorms before ravens pick out lost worms she smiles and waves me out gently stomach... Continue Reading →
Fight your instincts and love your abusers!
Yarris, wrongfully convicted of murder for 22 years, refused to wish ill on his abusers. I would have become like them, he said.
There’s nothing more frustrating than trying to relax
I thrive in chaos. It has been a childhood companion to me, always waiting around the corner.
Conquering my void inside with awe-inspiring confessions
'How to deal with the void inside/ the need to run away'.My friend crumbled up the note I wrote for our topic meeting today. I held my breath.The room was small today, the bad weather keeping away everyone but the regulars.I didn't mind, I needed to hear from people who had been travelling this road... Continue Reading →
Claim your life back, one breath at a time (a short story)
Restless and anxious, I come back home. Meaning, I sit back down with my laptop to write you a short story.The days are still dark now in February, one storm after the other blowing through the UK and my mind. Dark days indeed I think, scrolling through twitter: adults attacking a teen climate fighter, hate... Continue Reading →
Stuck in the Dark Night of the Soul
Long before mental health became a hot topic, desperate souls were said to be going through the dark night of the soul.
Somatic experiencing changed my life (or how I learned to be at home in my body)
It's 7:30 at night, and this all too familiar unease sets in again. A restlessness, a feeling that whatever it is, I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Yet I stay slouched on the couch. And that's where somatic experiencing comes in. Over the years, I've turned from an avid novel-reader to an... Continue Reading →
Any talent not shared turns into pain – Elizabeth Gilbert (or the silver lining to our suffering)
Elizabeth Gilbert, needless to say, wrote Eat, Pray, Love, and is all in all a beautiful source of inspiration for me. I found this tied in beautifully with the four noble truths of the Buddha. The first states that suffering is inevitable: to live is to suffer. The longer we deny this reality, the more... Continue Reading →