Tag: Narcissistic Abuse

Swimming & Separateness

I remember long ago, when I was only a small girl, swimming effortlessly in my Grandma’s backyard pool. I don’t recall ever learning to swim as I’m fairly certain it followed closely after I learned to walk. I vividly recall gliding along the bottom…

Hug Me Tightly: Recovery Before Romance

Perhaps, I’m impenetrable. I’d like to think that someday, someone out there will find me. Someone who is waiting and wondering where I am. I’ve nearly given up hope, but something tells me that maybe there is someone for me. I’m still not ready…

Trauma, Addiction, and The Cage

It’s a paradox of sorts, clinging to addiction to feel so alive, when, in reality, it’s bringing you so much closer to death. And still, you continue to cling to the chaos, relentlessly pursuing the false narrative that somehow you’re safer when high, distracted…

I Will Rise, I Will Love

I am again in the midst of leaving and letting go. This act of self-love has left me captivated in thought. ┬áMuch of what I was clinging to throughout the years and wearing in heavy layers, is shedding, leaving me unraveled, naked, and new….

We Are Stars: Finding The Center and Basking In It

  I am centering. I have found this to be a difficult process where I often backtrack or retrace my steps. The center is where I long to be, basking in light and warmth, finally floating and free. Oh! How my soul fills with…

The Dark Side of You: I Have Issues, But I am not THE Issue!

Stolen Space I bared, He stared, At all of me there In the space we shared That cost very little. His hands would mold My skin of gold My spirit, He stole By His constant drivel His lips, they brushed My corpse of dust…

Leaving Me Thirsty For More

THIRSTY FOR MORE Rolling over rocks Rushing into you. Feeling interlocked, Feelings naked, new. Foaming, violent seas Heavy, heady night. Stars floating free, Giving up the fight. Hands, silk and sin, Trees hang overhead. Sensuality, Sex and Sin, Soft green grass, a bed. The…