Happy new year. Same as the old year. Or as Janis Joplin succinctly put it, “Tomorrow never happens. It’s all the same fucking day, man.”
Miss Biddy stayed out all night Tuesday. I felt scared, and relieved when she finally made it back Wednesday evening. She was a mess and I took her to the vet; bloodwork was good and X-rays showed her lungs were clear. But the vet noticed a tooth was missing. This morning I checked and realized […]
This Halloween I’m sharing a poem about what frightens me.
The brain denies the truth, but the body knows.
Everyone thought him a good man.
It’s time to practice all these new skilling I’m learning.
Yella Fella and I are both on a healing journey, though neither of us will ever fully recover.
What I’m really upset about is rarely what it looks like.
Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one’s thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity.
A sampling of random thoughts on a Saturday morning.