Love Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Thing © risked wasn’t her heart, that’s a cliche, it doesn’t mean anything. She was risking things she never shared with anyone before: her hopes, dreams, ambitions, humiliations, family, reputation, health, body, and passions. She risked the things that define what is most beautiful about her and that she hid from others.
Read More Thoughts on Brene Brown’s B.R.A.V.I.N.G. (1 of 4)What a horrible expectation I place on another person, making them responsible for my safety. When they fail, and across a lifetime they will fail, I punish them for my expectations.
Read More 10: VulnerabilityI’m fiercely proud of my history with C. I loved her well but not perfectly. I know my betrayal et al caused suffering for her and our family. However, the dates matter to me simply because every day with C meant something important to my life.
Read More 09: A Rounding ErrorI keep stepping on ©’s boundaries. Sometimes I step over them, and a few times I work the loophole. It’s manipulative as fuck.
It’s been in a blind spot and now that I see it I am responsible to change it.
Read More 07: BoundariesLove is absurd. I would know.
Read More 06: Pfaltzgraff and Why Love is AbsurdEvery time I say I cannot heal © out loud, a man or woman that was betrayed – or some opinionated outsider – cry foul: “You broke it,” they cry, “You fix it!”
To that I say: grow up.
Read More 03: HealingI’m actually in a better place now than I was before Monday’s physical and emotional collapse. I’m in a better place because I’m leaning into the pain.
I know who I am.
Read More Update on Thoughts on Those Who’ve Fallen Through by Mark NepoLet’s not bury the lead: I’ve been struggling the last 12 days with depression and yesterday morning I woke up actively contemplating suicide.
Read More Thoughts on Those Who’ve Fallen Through by Mark Nepo via PathwriterThe moment I awoke to the reality that © doesn’t care about me, our life, or our future, I am free. I am free to go dancing. I am free to walk into any place and order a beer. Free to ask a friend that loves me, accepts my Ugly, and hasn’t run, to dance with me.
Read More 153.03: The Pattern (Part 3)
Read More 153.03: The Pattern (Part 3)I adulted…and I can do that because I’m dealing with my shit, my traumas, my decisions, and my consequences. I blame no one.
Read More 153.02 The Pattern (Part 2)
Love Letters to a Healing Heart 
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