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Showing posts with label trauma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trauma. Show all posts
Monday, January 28, 2019
preservation of full disclosure (one)
(originally published on May 28, 2011.)
I don’t match up 100% to this. Thinking honestly of making one that more accurately reflects me. But I believe in a lot of it, and it’s a great, honest statement as it stands.
I don’t match up 100% to this. Thinking honestly of making one that more accurately reflects me. But I believe in a lot of it, and it’s a great, honest statement as it stands.
Friday, January 25, 2019
preservation of flaws
(originally published May 18, 2011.)
"I myself am entirely made out of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
~Augusten Burroughs (via savvylikeyeahhh)
(via theonewithouteyebrows)
"I myself am entirely made out of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
(via theonewithouteyebrows)
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
preservation of the past
(originally published May 7, 2011.)
A very wise friend of mine, relating words from a friend of both of ours who had passed on, told me she had described me once thusly: "She's not poison," she’d said, in response to comments from friends. "She's poisoned."
There is truth to that statement, hard and heavy truth, but still, the words linger, given scope and presence possibly beyond their intent by the identity of the speaker. If I'm not poison, entirely, if I’m simply poisoned, instead...how do I go about draining the poison? How do I balance toxicity with the health I hope for (mental, emotional, physical, supernatural...take your pick here, really)? Can I heal enough to not be toxic to those around me in future?
Or is it instead part of my nature, now? Bitter with the sweet, hurt with the joy...am I a scorpion, not a butterfly? How would I know?
A very wise friend of mine, relating words from a friend of both of ours who had passed on, told me she had described me once thusly: "She's not poison," she’d said, in response to comments from friends. "She's poisoned."
There is truth to that statement, hard and heavy truth, but still, the words linger, given scope and presence possibly beyond their intent by the identity of the speaker. If I'm not poison, entirely, if I’m simply poisoned, instead...how do I go about draining the poison? How do I balance toxicity with the health I hope for (mental, emotional, physical, supernatural...take your pick here, really)? Can I heal enough to not be toxic to those around me in future?
Or is it instead part of my nature, now? Bitter with the sweet, hurt with the joy...am I a scorpion, not a butterfly? How would I know?
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