[A song in progress – celtic/folk story ballad feel. Key of D major] In a cold and northern town, the days are short and the nights are long A little girl grew up alone, surrounded by her family When she was five years old she didn’t know that daddy’s weren’t allowed She thought a monster’d […]
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As part of my ongoing quest to stop Hiding I’m starting gradually to getting back into both doing things I’m passionate about and letting others witness me doing them. Tonight, I’ll be meeting to jam for the first time with a friend of a friend who plays the guitar. We’ve been discussing material and will
I was in therapy this week unraveling a chain of reactions, as we survivors often have to do. My mom is anxious, and I have PTSD, which makes you anxious, and being around her, you guessed it, makes me anxious. So I try and pad her up, fix her, so she won’t be anxious (which
Last night, I made the mistake of eating a bit too much chocolate before bed (it was worth it) and lay awake for awhile. My last post got me thinking about “Survivor Pride” and how I might incite it. “Incest Survivor Pride” has the wrong ring to it, I think, since I’m certainly not happy
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As a lesbian, I’m no stranger to coming out. Coming out is the antidote to shame when you’re a gay person, a way of demonstrating to one’s own soul that you love yourself just the way you are. I live in Canada, where I can marry the person of my choice and no-one can fire