My cat misses him. She keeps walking to his side of the bed, sniffing around, sits there for a few, then goes back to where she sleeps. Like girl me too. Me too. You’ll see him again though. But cuddle me 😭🐈⬛
It’s been a long time since I’ve been feeling this down in the dumps. Doing everything possible to get myself out of this hole. But it’s so hard when there’s a fire a mile from your house, the anxiety is unreal; and there’s another fire that’s also been burning since fri. Pray4me
Happy birthday daddy. Today I remembered you and shared a Reeses with a friend, talked about Jesus being your name, and joked about the things you would’ve done if you were still on this earth. I love you and I hope your birthday was one to remember 💖 ily always, your baby girl
The weirdest feeling is listening to an old song that was you and a former partners and not feeling sad or anything and actually being able to sing it. I can’t remember the last time I listened to it. One of the best and most surreal feelings ❤️ woohoo!
Sylvia Plath knew exactly what she was talking about when she wrote “you must have known you were wrong when your fingers were dipped inside me searching for honey that would not come for you.”
Friendly seasonal reminder for those in healing professions that breathing exercises are *incredibly* dysregulating for a lot of trauma survivors. If breathwork is your go-to teaching tool, you may want to get a few more outwardly focused tools in your arsenal.
Everyday I wonder when my work building is going to burn down due to the population we primarily serve.
Today there were a handful of pieces of wood burnt to a crisp right where employees enter the building.
Fun times.