Yesterday, I talked about my brother. It was the hardest session yet.

Let me tell you about my child molesting father. Cake. Let me tell you about my abusive mother. Mostly easy cheesy. Nudge me toward admitting that my brother is a bit of a dick. That one was hard. Hard. Hard.

I've been wanting to let go of my parents since I was 13. Maybe before ( Read more... )

 I have a problem with new things. They're very hard for me. Which sucks since it's at odds with the part of me that loves new things. And I do LOVE new places, experiences, people. They're just hard. Hard to start.

When I first moved to Connecticut, everything was new. Everything. So if I didn't find a way to deal with that I was going to collapse ( Read more... )

 I'm about to do something something nauseatingly self absorbed. I am going to blog about my therapy.

Two weeks ago I had my first visit to a psychologist. I picked a psychologist over a psychiatrist for a several reasons, most of them centered around the idea that I did not want drugs to be a first resort. I understand that somethings require ( Read more... )

Pip makes a mess when he eats. He has some issues about order and chaos and how things must be placed just so. Food goes in dish. Pip pushes food on floor while eating. Pip waits until he is omg starving to DEATH before he will eat the food on the floor.

He makes a mess.

My solution to this was to put his food dish in a box top. The food still ( Read more... )

Off we go. The first order of business upon leaving the airport is to pick up Cristal's rental car. The people pretzels we had become inside of Shane's AC-less sports car are in favor of this move. I'm not expecting anything grand, but I'm betting there will be air. So we're driving...

And here's a thing to know about Columbia. It is the ( Read more... )

I might have mentioned before that I grew up in a small southern town. And I might have mentioned before that one of the things I found a bit stifling about the place was the power of a name.

You are Dana Holladay. Which is to say John and Johnnie's daughter. You are the granddaughter of Harmon and Mary Holladay. You go to Liberty Free Will ( Read more... )

Neither one of us officially proposed to the other. No down on one knee and a ring in in a box.

Just snuggling in the dark, a long talk about the day's news, that ended with, "Alright, it's time. Let's do it."

We did not have a ceremony, no.

Just me, him, and a JP in an office so messy it make me think someone was getting investigated.

No reception ( Read more... )

I wore a black dress and boots. Just like I always told my mother I would. The first time I said it was simply because I wanted it that way. But over the years, it became it's own little symbol of defiance. My response to the statement, 'But it's just not done that way.' But I wore a black dress and boots... cause the dress is my flouncy favorite. ( Read more... )

I've been having really weird dreams lately. I am not entirely sure of the cause, and I am beginning to suspect my NuvaRing. The ultra vivid dreams started not long after I switched to it. Have there been any studies on links between hormone levels and dreaming patterns? And since the NuvaRing jacks hormone levels in a very localized way, do my ( Read more... )

You know, I was going to write this venting post about how much I hate waiting and the evils of workmen's comp and worry over my beau and his knee. But half way through I remembered an incident from last week. And I smiled and well... it's a better story anyway. I think you already get the gist of where my other post would have gone anyway. So...

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