The trend continues. I feel great. My body is FED. Hunger returned yesterday. When I miss my meals or snacks, I know it. I am HUNGRY. My body after 18 days is communicating again with me. I am thirsty. My body is starting to trust me again. I also have pampered it with weekend massage, chiro, and acupuncture, because my out of pocket has been met ( Read more... )

August makes me want to roar. With the fierceness of a lion, and the strength of an elephant. August makes me want to burn out the old, every dirty, used, little spot of nostalgia. August makes me want to look up from the climb and set my sights on the new goal, the new plan, the new me.

How odd that a month can do that. Very strange indeed.

I have moved back into my body in the last few months. After so long of completely ignoring everything about it, I have finally gotten far enough past PTSD to actually feel again. And when the feeling came back, I became so painfully aware of how much my body just hurts ( Read more... )

The man goes to work. He works hard, so hard, and he gets paid ( Read more... )

Well you might not know it, child, but the best case scenario of a "welfare mom" is me. Don't be shocked, and don't be ashamed, and you tell anyone you want, but you tell them with pride ( Read more... )

To the babe that never was,

I am sorry for so many things. I am sorry that I was so wrapped  up attempting to rule the city of chaos that I built, that I didn’t hear the gentle voice of intuition that may have alerted me that you were here. I am sorry that I never heard you sing or cry.

I am sorry that you will never be. You would have been loved. ( Read more... )

My child has struggled in school. It isn't because he needs a little extra help, it's not because information doesn’t come easily to him, is not because his letters get jumbled on the page, or because his attention span allows his mind to wander off to other things. My child struggles because he falls outside of the bandwidth that today’s ( Read more... )

Last night, I walked in the door from a long day at work, and Owen barks "I want to get my ears peirced". This was totally out of his character, as he typically demands nothing, much less something that he was passionate about. I was exhausted, long day, just walking in the door from work, and STARVING, and I know that it was Salmon night, which ( Read more... )

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I have been doing a lot of work with my therapist lately regarding being in emotion ( Read more... )