life
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Duran Duran – Come Undone The song that opened the gates to more unprocessed childhood trauma. Eventually, one day in my life I will get to the bottom of it. I will process everything that happened and stop crying about it. But today is not that day, it seems. This lovely show from the 90s…
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I am living in a constant state of restlessness. Forcing myself to stand still while my entire body screams for action. Blaming the winter season, the heavy mood in the house, my father’s death anniversary and his birthday (he would have been 75 this year). Blaming the calm at work, the damn consistent routine I’ve…
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Trying to pour out sadness is sometimes a useless exercise. Like most things in life, the only way to get rid of it is to experience it. To let it be, until it stops being. However sadness is uncomfortable. For us and for the others. Others should have nothing to do with our sadness. Unfortunately,…
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I would not call it exactly a premonition, but sometimes I know, somewhere in my gut, that certain things are going to happen. I knew the day my mother tried to kill herself. I was at the bottom of the stairs, all dressed up to have my birthday lunch with my father, and when she…
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A part of my soul resides in Scotland, it’s now my belief. After another 5 days of driving in the Highlands, I can confirm this will not be the last time I do it. Actually, this was the second time of many that will follow. It is unclear at this point whether it is the…
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Nothing can crush your soul faster than an eight-hour corporate strategy meeting.
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Old objects bring me solace—small bits of memories encapsuled by hard exteriors; the hourly chime of the pendulum clock, the aluminum butter dish from my grandparents’ summer house, the ’80s coffee cups from my parents’ wedding gifts, the hundred portraits spread over all home surfaces. I like to be surrounded by it, the nostalgia, the…
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Nobody tells you.Nobody tells you that putting yourself first means putting others second, by definition. And for a lifetime people pleaser like me, that is a feat. A feat I am learning, but it takes time. Also, nobody tells you that accepting yourself as you are (another lovely cliché) is more difficult than it seems.…
feisty mind 