Letting Half-Love Leave

I noticed when he walked away this time, he didn’t see he was abandoning himself more than he was abandoning me. He didn’t see it but for the first time, I did.  In the past I would be distraught and confused, consumed with ache and anxiety and self-loathing at his leaving. 

How to be Good at LifeWhen you hit the absolute breaking point, what do you do? 

What I do, and what I want to do, are sometimes very different things.

The pressures of parenting and life and generally holding it all together can be too much sometimes.

People say, when you are overwhelmed, focus on gratitude.

*** Trigger warning, discussion of rape. Details changed for privacy.

She sat in the corner chair in my office. It’s the chair everyone in deepest pain chooses. It feels safe there, with a wall on each side.

** There are all kinds of depression in men and women. This particular post is geared for struggling moms. I meant to write this as a short piece, because moms have no time, but there was too much to say, because depression is hard.

Imposter syndrome.  Do you have it?  I do. Or well, I did, I used to, but it’s getting better now.  The more I find and claim my worth, the more I feel, internally, that what I have to say matters, and that others take me seriously, too.

Check the Boxes

Ever since I put my book “F*ck That,” out into the world, people have been reaching out to me with one common theme: fear, and running from it, and wanting to stop.

It doesn’t take much to make a difference The intersection was precarious. It was a “Y” where if you went left it took you the long way into town, past the lake and the ominous-yet-magnificent Catholic Church that sat high above Lake Memphremagog, the lake that bridges us with Canada.

This piece is written by Gabrielle Kerson, an old dear friend. Since writing my book and beginning this blog, friends send me pieces of writing often. I love the unintended consequence that sharing my writing, attempting to be vulnerable and bring people together, has allowed others to feel safe sharing their thoughts and feelings and (really good) writing, with me. It is an honor, and I love it so much.