wounded soldiers

I'm still not sure about that poor toad I stepped on and crushed out on the outside patio late one night after my mother was gone. I was being asked to put down her cat and I didn't want to. She wasn't that old. But I did realize she was very sick but it happened … Continue reading wounded soldiers →

UNME

I finally achieved RADICAL ACCEPTANCE. I never appreciated that concept before, just some more psychobabble to me. I particularly disliked it. It meant letting in things that I couldn't, letting on a saddle that felt like razors cutting my flesh. It meant being infantilized when I was still an infant, 3 months, 4 months, 6 … Continue reading UNME →