Category: Denial

Permission Granted

I have been on a bit of a blogging binge these past few days.  I suspect the reason is that I am housebound.  I had an arthroscopic surgical repair on my hip and must do a lot of sitting around.  I feel compelled to…

Abandoning the Self

I live in Minnesota.  I overheard someone say once that we work for our seasons.  That’s an oddly funny thing to say, but, if you live here, then you’ll understand the meaning in that sentiment. As a seasonal change approaches, the current weather patterns…

How To Recognize A Mindf*ck

If it weren’t in such bad taste, I would post my mother’s latest letter and use it as an object lesson in “How To Recognize A Mindfuck”.  Excuse my language, but there’s no other way to put it.  Her entire letter was an exercise in gaslighting.  I’m…

Borderlines, Sociopaths, PTSD, and Peace

It’s been one helluva week so I’m just going to “let go” for a moment.  I figure I can do that since it’s my blog after all. I wish my mother would disappear over the event horizon of a black hole, hence, permanent deletion…

The Truth about Rose-Colored Glasses

I’ve been asking myself a question–why do some people recover and learn to thrive in life while others remain stuck? I’m certain that there are many highly trained people who could give me good answers, but I do wonder if the foundation of those…

Veins of Gold

We work so hard in our recovery in order to establish boundaries of safety, predictability, and truth, and then someone comes along to challenge us and our healing process. Are we okay? Are we sure that we did “that” work? What do we do now?

Truth Hurts

While the truth is necessary for our forward movement it also hurts. For many of us, our relationships with our mothers need the most truth and are also the source of most our pain in life particularly if there is abuse. Applying truth, boundaries, and learning to stand our ground can be especially helpful as we grieve our losses in close family relationships.