02: Negotiating the Storm

I used to think that if I were “mature” enough or “good” enough, I could keep the world from burning. I traded marriages, jobs, and my own sense of self just to belong. But C-PTSD doesn’t give you a seat at the table; it just keeps you in a defensive crouch. This post is about my shift toward a new kind of honesty: judging people by what they do, not what they say. Because at the end of the day, impact trumps intention every time.

01: A Love Letter to the Betrayers

It seems I’m compelled to write to the men and women that betrayed their Loves, lives, and selves directly.

29: Saudade – The Deep Longing

I wrote as a plea to be heard. By someone.

Anyone.

By her…but in the quiet of the night, when love and grief can no longer be shouted down I hear the repressed whispers of knowledge reminding me the woman I long to hear from will never return.

113: Thoughts on All that we are not by Mark Nepo

113: All that we are not

You cannot be vulnerable and safe. Vulnerability is (risk + uncertainty + emotional openness). By definition, safety is to be free of risk and uncertainty. They just cannot exist in the same spiritual space.

111: The Utmost Purest Intentions

I’ve made 132 posts since December 22 on my journal. Today I made 42 of them private placing them in archives.

65.1: 10 Days: The Need to Speak

The Need to Speak: It is in the speaking of one’s heart that makes human being human.

53: A Writer Writes

I care until I don’t. I never pretended about my passion or commitment to C before. Right now, as I have always been, I’m still committed to her. Do not presume to tell me I’m doing it wrong.

32: Finding Meaning

Recently a fan of my writings told me my posts and Tweets are illiterate, shallow, and manipulative attempts at depth and meaning.

At first I was angry.

Then I realized two important facts.