February 16, 20203:28pm cabin Struggling. Raw. Thoughts of suicide waft through my mind like a thin wisp of smoke, leaving me wonder, “did I actually just think that?” Have I sunk so far down that I’m thinking of death again? When, how did that happen? Why? Perhaps, I just should. Indulge once. Forever be doneContinue reading “anger and chainsaws”
Category Archives: mental health
the bush and the concrete prison
Exploring the two sides of me. In the bush I am: kind, stable, strong, assured, at peace, gentle, caring, loving, a healer, all knowing, a goddess Out in society I am: fearful, anxious, untidy, unmotivated, overwhelmed, over-stimulated, not understood, very sensitive, not supported, alone, CUT OFF FROM HER TRUE ESSENCE, to many responsibilities to manage,Continue reading “the bush and the concrete prison”
Solstice – present and past
Written on Solstice 2019 A year ago, I went to Medicine Man’s to prepare myself for the winter solstice festivity that evening. It was a ritual of sorts. A goddess letting go of what no longer served her. A goddess accentuating her beauty for herself, but also for Gentle Giant. Medicine Man proclaimed me “smokinContinue reading “Solstice – present and past”
A walk and talk in the bush
We finally made it into the bush for a walk. It was so, so nice.
money, money, money… tired of it
roiling rage
December 14, 2019 3:30pm My dead mother’s birthday. The mother I don’t miss, the mother I wish I had never known. The mother who wounded me so deeply, the hate still lingers. My Mother, extended family, church and community are all enmeshed. I work at healing, and I have healed a lot, but lately I’ve beenContinue reading “roiling rage”
truth and love and the darkness inbetween 