No longer squeezing water from dry sponges and crying about being thirsty.
People reject the unfamiliar even if it’s good for them.
Start telling yourself a new story.
I feel lonely around most people, but not in nature. In nature I’m in the presence of a true friend.
During my 4th and final psychiatric hospitalization, I remember lying in my hospital room crying uncontrollably. The blood-stained bandage over my left forearm hid a self-inflicted wound; a message carved with a blade reading "LIFE SUCKS." I was 17 years old and struggling with Major Depression, anxiety, and passive suicidal ideations. By then I had… Continue reading Depressed, But Not Broken
I was getting ready for work one morning when my daughter came into my room and sat on the edge of the bed. She should have already left for school, but from the corner of my eye I could see that she was still in pajamas. Attempting to stifle my frustration, I turned to ask… Continue reading For Fathers Who Couldn’t Love Us Because They Didn’t Love Themselves
All this pleasure! Oh, how every sense is ignited and flushed with pleasure. Satin sheets slip against wet skin. Bodies rise and fall to the rhythm of tantalizing bass lines. Shadows dance against the wall as candle light flickers wildly in the darkness. The aroma of diffused oils and scented candles permeate the air—inhaled between… Continue reading Love Hides in Quiet Places – Part 2
Fellas, this one's for you.
You didn't hurt me. The hurt parts of me were attracted to you. You grated your emotional unavailability against old wounds and tore their scabs away. I bled out; I had to let the poison of my past all the way out. The hurt parts of me loved you. The wounded parts of me thought you were the one. The healed me knows better.
And I remember Unspoken "I love you"s But I live and love out loud So your silent 'I love you's don't count