I wear the armor for the battle I expect, not the battle I am living.
22: Singing to Monsters
When all else fails, try therapy.
19: Opinions
Today I recognize my choices for what they were—an unfortunate and unskillful habit of treating how I felt like a directive. I realize how often, in intimate and vulnerable relationships, I responded with a habituated neurological urge to pursue what I considered comfortable feelings while avoiding the discomfort.
14: Three Years Ago Today
Three years today it ended. I'm really grateful it is over.
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