A letter to my tiny self

A letter to my tiny self

We’ve been talking about this a lot over the course of this blog. I dipped into the idea HERE and HERE and have been learning – or trying to – more about the concept of self compassion. In my recent sessions with Jay we started talking about the tiny...
This secondary grief

This secondary grief

My first husband passed away in September of this year. My indirect post here spoke of some of that impact. But I realized this story wasn’t properly told. And grief, being something we will all have to deal with in some regard eventually, seemed to require...
The well worn path

The well worn path

Someone special passed away recently. Not having seen them for about 18 years didn’t diminish the shock and the pain. Grief is always surprising, the way it ebbs and flows and hits in different ways, distinct only to the person impacted. The sadness that...
To Shame or to Guilt, that is the question

To Shame or to Guilt, that is the question

My therapist dropped a whopper on my lap this last session. She knows me well enough now that she saved the hard stuff for the end of the session, and when she saw me unravelling before her eyes she said: it’s ok. We are at the end for today. You can sit with...
Is this mine to do?

Is this mine to do?

I’ve learned a bit about myself these last few months. It’s a strange thing to finally start to understand yourself better at an age that feels like the middle. Though when I think about how much I’ve learned at 40, it makes me excited for 50....
IQ

IQ

I remember very clearly taking an IQ test in my early 20s and finding I was, in fact, absolutely average. I took it 3 more times, and the results were the same. Immediately devastating. I’ve come to realize there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being...