Stigma creeps up on you and never goes away
OK, so yesterday I had just finished a post after working on it for 1/2 hour, and was just proofing it when I opened a link from email and POOF! all that writing gone. Yesterday I just decided, fuck it. Not writing it all over. It was about my birthday. It was a good birthday. I practiced being thankful. And I felt it. It wasn’t hard. Each of my kids at least paid a visit. Spence managed to wrangle a cake, ice cream AND presents… Shocked the heck out of me and made me feel loved. I spent time reflecting on how healing has made me so aware of the little things in life, and how I am so grateful for them. And how it reinforces the work I’ve done and continue to do. All of that good stuff. Might have balanced what I’m going to write about now since I’m really angry. (more…)
