Gah, this whole thing had me. Got me. I love stream of consciousness type of writing. And your words here are so captivating.
“There is a light between you burning all the time. One you forget is keeping you warm because it’s never kept you warm enough.” I’m always wondering if anyone else actually f’n gets me. And then I think, does it even matter?
Allison, I love that you selected that particular line. Thank you so much for not only reading but allowing your spirit to interact with the words. I also love your question--"does it matter?"--because it gave me a new thought: what is perhaps most fascinating isn't whether we find someone who gets us, it's that something inside of us doesn't want to abandon the search.
I love your assertion that recovery is the first five years, maybe even beyond that. I think it's interesting (and so typically American) that we think, "OK, you hit the one year mark and now you're all healed." For me, the first year was just basically raw dogging my way through life, like someone flayed off all my skin with a cheese grater and everything I brushed up against HURT. I couldn't even start to dig deeper into the origins of it all until years three, four, five. Thanks for saying what others aren't. People need to hear what you have to say.
Melissa, I can tell from your kind and generous comment that you GET IT. I can't possibly thank you enough for showing up and sharing that with me. It heartens me more than I can say. Thank you so much. Your words remind me that it really did hurt, and it's okay if it still does. xx
Loved reading this. It made me get all the feels, especially the ones that are uncomfortable for me and that society has told me to get rid of or not show. I see you sister.
The strength you show in making your space safe and loved for you speaks to the journey of reclaiming that space and those boundaries. Thank you for sharing this unfiltered look into that journey.💗
👏🏻 Crazy. I was angry at the mirror and writing and very excited about falling pine needles this week. Well crafted. I’m glad I didn’t write about the leaves because I would have been mad that you did it better. hahahaha. Writers.
Ooohh the pine needles! Leaves! Squirrels! What was I saying! 😵💫 Yeah, we’re bonkers, writers. Thank you for reading and you should also write about leaves. They really like it. 😁
I'll keep reading you as long as you keep sharing your true self like this. Thank you.
That’s the plan, man. Thank you so much for being here.
Gah, this whole thing had me. Got me. I love stream of consciousness type of writing. And your words here are so captivating.
“There is a light between you burning all the time. One you forget is keeping you warm because it’s never kept you warm enough.” I’m always wondering if anyone else actually f’n gets me. And then I think, does it even matter?
Allison, I love that you selected that particular line. Thank you so much for not only reading but allowing your spirit to interact with the words. I also love your question--"does it matter?"--because it gave me a new thought: what is perhaps most fascinating isn't whether we find someone who gets us, it's that something inside of us doesn't want to abandon the search.
YES! Not abandoning the search is not abandoning the self. A quest that might just have to be solitary. LOVE IT!
Yes!! ♥️
I love your assertion that recovery is the first five years, maybe even beyond that. I think it's interesting (and so typically American) that we think, "OK, you hit the one year mark and now you're all healed." For me, the first year was just basically raw dogging my way through life, like someone flayed off all my skin with a cheese grater and everything I brushed up against HURT. I couldn't even start to dig deeper into the origins of it all until years three, four, five. Thanks for saying what others aren't. People need to hear what you have to say.
Melissa, I can tell from your kind and generous comment that you GET IT. I can't possibly thank you enough for showing up and sharing that with me. It heartens me more than I can say. Thank you so much. Your words remind me that it really did hurt, and it's okay if it still does. xx
Loved reading this. It made me get all the feels, especially the ones that are uncomfortable for me and that society has told me to get rid of or not show. I see you sister.
Amy, thank you so much for taking the time to tell me this. I see you, too. And I’m beyond grateful you are here. x
The strength you show in making your space safe and loved for you speaks to the journey of reclaiming that space and those boundaries. Thank you for sharing this unfiltered look into that journey.💗
Michelle, thank you sincerely for saying this exactly as you have. It heartens me more than I can say. ♥️
👏🏻 Crazy. I was angry at the mirror and writing and very excited about falling pine needles this week. Well crafted. I’m glad I didn’t write about the leaves because I would have been mad that you did it better. hahahaha. Writers.
Ooohh the pine needles! Leaves! Squirrels! What was I saying! 😵💫 Yeah, we’re bonkers, writers. Thank you for reading and you should also write about leaves. They really like it. 😁
💥 there. You said it. ☺️💪🏻
fwiw ☺️💥