Take a Ride on My Mood Swing. Where Bipolar Lives Even If Wished Dead. On April 9, 2018 by morgueticiaatoms. As mentioned previously,my daughter has a dentist appointment after school today. I call it second hand anxiety. Triggers and second hand anxiety. On April 9, 2018 by morgueticiaatoms.

Need is a Four-Letter Word. And we tend to continue that trend, even long past the time when any responsible adult is enforcing the unimportance of our needs upon us. Characterize it as a strength. It is a form of superiority over the lowl.

Unreported world where truth is stranger than fiction. Breaking the taboo- Drug abuse. The pen is mightier than the sword- Hate speech is not free speech.

The Life and Works of Olive Seraphim. Feminism, Sex Work, Poetry and God. My Life as a Rape Joke. A Prayer for Healing Addictions. Mothers Body, Public Property. How To Make A Name For Yourself. Whorephobia is Oppression is Exploitation. Why Calling the Police for Suspected Domestic Violence is a Bad Idea. How To Be A .

Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. I sometimes think I should come off social media completely as everyone seems to be getting on my fricking nerves nowadays.

I used to be ashamed of my name growing up. I did not understand why I was not named Shirley or Anna or some other English name.

Journey to healing after sexual abuse. I have been blogging considerably less lately. There are a number reasons for this. Partly, it is simply that I longer need to share in the way I have done previously and more importantly because I am finding that I do not need validation from the world any more. If I cannot find it in myself, I look to my T, my minister or my husband instead. I had decided to move my blog, p.

Not keeping the abuse a secret. Be silent or be shunned. This can be disorienting, disruptive, and anxiety-provoking. Shunned as I am by more family members than not, I sometimes feel akin to a disobedient member of an Amish community experiencing rituals of shaming. In therapy for decade s.

The art of going down in flames. Clearly in need of some love.

Will you join the journey? August 16, 2015. Water droplets are all over me. Actual drops of sweat are on my arms, forehead, legs and back. All this from a bad dream. How can this still be happening? How can this continue? His presence is so real. His actions are so real.