Fake Support

I felt the icy cold familiarity of proliferated small talk. The sense of needing to prove yourself through a conversation meant for strategy and help. Then came the lies. Then came my favorite of time all, ā€œI bought your book.ā€ No, you didn’t. I can check to see if someone’s made a book purchase. Obviously,…

The Mother Wound

On your quest to rediscover who you are, you often, unfortunately uncover injuries from your upbringing that bring about terrible memories. While we talk about lack of love or abuse from fathers often, I think we don’t divulge enough on abusive mothers. First and foremost, despite how my mother was, I loved her. However, love…

High Morals

ā€œYou may be alone for a while, until you’re older,ā€ my mom said sweetly, ā€œyou are too good. The world is cruel.ā€ I am rolling thoughts of recent events around my mind and it makes me want to cry. And what’s worse, I can tell this persons arrows are now aimed at me – and…