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I was struggling today with several issues that have been swimming around in my head lately: my relationship with anger and rage, the place of vulnerability in my recovery, the harsh and insidious voice of my inner critic, my past emotionally and verbally abusive relationships and the [...]
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A few weeks ago, I volunteered to act as secretary for my 12 Step group. However, after just one meeting in my new role, I contracted the raging, beastly stomach flu direct from the bowels of Satan and had to hand the secretary duties right back [...]
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When I first found out about my husband's sex addiction, a therapist suggested that I go to a grief support group. The suggestion felt so uncomfortable to me that I never did follow through on it. I thought, "How are these people [...]
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When I have nightmares, my subconscious doesn't like to get imaginative. There are no weird surrealist scenes. There are no horror movie serial killers. There are no dank and mouldering castles. It likes to stick with what it knows: my children in [...]
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When Austen was a baby, a friend of my husband's gave him a stuffed camel, which she brought for him all the way from Israel. However, Austen never showed much interest in toys without wheels or numbers. The sole exception was a stuffed rabbit [...]
This post is the ninth in a (slowly developing) series onhow I came to be where I am around the current election.
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Recently, I've noticed a particular tense, worked up feeling I get about how wrong other people are. It's a kind of quivering moral outrage that makes [...]
It happened in a blink. Years ago, I wouldn't even have noticed that the feeling came and was stuffed down again.
Today, I was looking for a sharp knife to cut a loaf of bread. There was one in the knife rack, but it was big, and I always like to use the smallest, [...]
