Last night’s misguided missile hit with sniper-like accuracy. It blindsided me once again. You always seem to hit me when I least expect. I can’t even believe I was surprised. But, the alternative is for me to live in a state of constant vigilance. It’s exhausting.
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Mine Field: The Reality of Living with an Abuser
At the beginning, living with a narcissistic abuser is like discovering the most beautiful meadow you could imagine. You believe you are in heaven. The trees are the greenest of green. The sun is shining and feels warm against your face. And then you start to wonder how this place, your home, could be so beautiful and at the same time so dangerous, hurtful and riddled with invisible booby traps.