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A true story in six short parts. **trigger warning** I. Since the beginning of the year, I have been attending group therapy sessions for women with post-traumatic stress disorder. The group meets every other Wednesday and consists of six women, including myself, and the mediating therapist. Last Wednesday evening, a group member said, “This is …
For once in my life, I would like for my brain to make sense and for things to work out and for it to be NOT dramatic. Like, honestly.
Self: I hate you. Self: You’re fat. Self: What’s the point. Self: It’s useless. Self: You’re only good for one thing, and it’s exactly what you’re afraid of. Self: You’re lack of control is appalling. Self: I hate you. Self: You’ll never amount to anything. You’re too old to start again. Self: There’s no point. Self: You’re fat. Self: You’re not worth the time anyone spends …
I’m a writer. I get paid almost nothing, at this point, for writing. Like most other writers in the world (the ones who have jobs at all), I have a crappy day job that barely pays the bills, and sometimes not even that. On Thursday, after I had finally clocked out, I took my usual …
**trigger warning** So I started group therapy for post traumatic stress disorder early this year. It’s every other week with five other women of varying ages, plus the therapist. In one of the last couple of meetings, one of the other women said something like, “Why is it that I’m the one who has to …
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Last Friday, a kid jumped off one of the buildings at my high school. He was a senior, the oldest of four children, the news says. Even though I graduated nearly ten years ago, my first thought was, “Why didn’t I think of that?” ———— title from news article. more here.
Day 30: In a letter to yourself, write everything you love about yourself. Dear self, I love your brain. I love that you’re an intelligent person, despite being mixed up or forgetful sometimes. Don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re stupid; you’re not. You’re smarter than anyone who says that, at least. I love that …