I haven’t written here in a long time. Part of it is Pandemic syndrome; part of it is heartbreak. “You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes; me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods that thorns have roses.”- Alphonse Karr, 1853 I still believe in love. I believe in it in the same way… Continue reading Thorns Have Roses
Breaking generational cycles is hard f**king work. It is so easy to parent the way we were parented, blindly hand-down archaic attitudes, and hold our children to standards that predate our own existences. Our only hope to ensure that the generation we are raising will improve the world they are inheriting, is to make sure we are improving on the world we were given.
https://www.facebook.com/azhrsn/posts/10103023678860210 When my father died, I wrote an honest eulogy about the legacy of abuse and emotional unavailability he left behind. I wasn’t exactly processing his death as a means of saying goodbye, because I’d cut off ties with him nearly a decade previously. But the goodbye between us happened privately. And up until I… Continue reading Breaking the Rules: Dysfunctional Family Dynamics
About 3 weeks into quarantine, I began having severe back spasms. By week 4, I was barely sleeping. My nights became short pockets of light sleep with bizarre dreams that were frequently broken up by an avalanche of anxious thoughts pummeling through my mind. By week 5, I was so exhausted and stressed out that I began having panic attacks