After a bit of light relief I am back on my therapy grind again. To be fair, I have been working super hard on it behind the scenes, but time and Susans wait for no man, so it has had to take its place in the queue. I had caught myself thinking, ‘I’m probably at that time now when things will calm down a bit, therapeutically speaking. Maybe soon I will reach a nice plateau, where I can amble about, feeling smug, pontificating on wellness and generally getting on the last nerve of my nearest and dearest.’ It was, of course, at this point, that everything exploded and I have never felt more pressed and in need of balm. I think this stage of things is called; ‘farkinell.’
Thank you for your beautifully honest writing, I truly admire your expression of something so heavy, messy, enormous and hugely relatable to many people. Your writing is a gift to us all so thank you! Sending much love 🧡
i so appreciate your vulnerability (perhaps an overused word, but seems appropriate?) though my journey is different, the unkind ways i treat(ed) myself and the tricks i use to still "justifiably" minimize my voice...this post resonated. i've done years of therapy and thought i had my copings all in a row, but these days i'm wondering. might be time for a check-in.
yours is one of my favorite Substacks. so appreciate you.
oh, and Andrea Gibson's poem Boomerang Valentine. you can find it on YouTube...
Joining the Support Squad. You are doing fantastic!
I employed two coping strategies, starting in my adolescence and for a long time after: Keep everyone at arm's length and blend in with my surroundings, chameleon style. I was an "early bloomer" in my body and several male predators sat up and took notice. My body emerged from middle school unharmed; my mind, not so much. It took a long time for this lone wolf to trust deeply.
Sending you an effing big hug. And a bucket of awe. I’ve been following your journey and behind all my many feels for you I’ve had lightbulb moments that explode to huge, dark shards that stab. Im not ready to knock down my walls yet but as ever, thank you for so much for sharing. Thank you for sharing you. x
Thank you for your beautifully honest writing, I truly admire your expression of something so heavy, messy, enormous and hugely relatable to many people. Your writing is a gift to us all so thank you! Sending much love 🧡
i so appreciate your vulnerability (perhaps an overused word, but seems appropriate?) though my journey is different, the unkind ways i treat(ed) myself and the tricks i use to still "justifiably" minimize my voice...this post resonated. i've done years of therapy and thought i had my copings all in a row, but these days i'm wondering. might be time for a check-in.
yours is one of my favorite Substacks. so appreciate you.
oh, and Andrea Gibson's poem Boomerang Valentine. you can find it on YouTube...
Joining the Support Squad. You are doing fantastic!
I employed two coping strategies, starting in my adolescence and for a long time after: Keep everyone at arm's length and blend in with my surroundings, chameleon style. I was an "early bloomer" in my body and several male predators sat up and took notice. My body emerged from middle school unharmed; my mind, not so much. It took a long time for this lone wolf to trust deeply.
Sending fortitude and a *currently having a somewhat similar therapy experience and boy is it exhausting* high five. We can do this 💖
Sending you an effing big hug. And a bucket of awe. I’ve been following your journey and behind all my many feels for you I’ve had lightbulb moments that explode to huge, dark shards that stab. Im not ready to knock down my walls yet but as ever, thank you for so much for sharing. Thank you for sharing you. x
Sending big hugs and huge kudos for perseverance ❤️
This!!!! Thank you, resonating deeply in my soul. Look after yourself