No one teaches us how to feel. Not the real way. We’re spit out into the world like emotional little androids—screaming, blinking, “Hello, world?”—and expected to function. Expected to swallow grief like vitamins and stack trauma like it’s laundry. And it is always laundry day. Emotions don’t go away. They wait. Like socks in theContinue reading “Emotional Laundry: the Truth Beneath the Grime”
Tag Archives: Being real
Hooking Up with All of Me
Why bother going deep inside to those lonely, beaten, threadbare parts? Isn’t it better to leave well-enough alone? Bury them? Ignore them? Yes, we know they’re there, but why stir up the pain? Some people seem to be afraid of becoming overwhelmed; others, men especially, speak of these parts as though they are weak andContinue reading “Hooking Up with All of Me”
Feet in the Wilderness
In my last post, I talked about living authentically and even questioned the validity of deceit being authentic. I’ve had a bit of time to think about this argument, and am starting to believe that people who practice being ‘deceitful’ may actually be carrying around burdens that need to be addressed. Sometimes lies are formedContinue reading “Feet in the Wilderness”
Life's Lessons and Mental Health 