Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.
They say love is not a feeling. It is an action, a verb. This is how we choose to love someone. We choose to take part in actions that show how we feel about them. Today, I choose to … Continue reading
I went roller skating a few Sundays ago. Um… yeah, that’s me clutching for dear life to the skating rink rail. A crowbar could not have pried my fingers from its cold, metallic safety. With the other hand I’m holding … Continue reading
So, I’ve got myself a new hairstyle! The straggly ends of which keep giving me mini pseudo heart attacks. Having an acute Startle reflex/response is an embarrassing and sometimes hilarious aspect of living with Anxiety disorder. I remember as a child, finding … Continue reading
This cannot be the end of the sentence. Here I am, precariously perched, hanging on for dear life, waiting for a semi colon, a ‘however’, a ‘but’, an ‘in spite of’? Any preposition signalling a turning point in the road … Continue reading
My therapist had said a strange thing: “Don’t worry about forgiving your abuser; let’s work on you forgiving yourself first, on healing ‘Stephanie’” In my experience, forgiveness comes with processing the wrong that has been done to you. Not merely … Continue reading