After my last post, I wanted to pause and discuss the idea of a safe person and what that means using Drs. Cloud and Townsend’s book Safe People. On their website, Cloud and Townsend ask the question: What are safe people? This is a… Continue Reading “Safe People”
I continually try to get away from the topic of borderline personality disorder on this blog, but I find that art is imitating life. I can’t get away from it in my life either. Why fight it? I’m going to try to make it… Continue Reading “Understanding The Borderline Mother, Part I”
I have a dog and two cats. My dog is an Australian Shepherd otherwise known as an Aussie. Her breeder gave her to us last April. Yep, she just gave us a purebred Aussie–for free. What’s the catch? Well, you have to know something… Continue Reading “South Dakota and Panties of Shame, Grateful to Be in Neither”
I’ve reviewed some of my older posts, and I’m surprised. I’ve written more than I realized about my experiences with human trafficking. I feel a mix of embarrassment, shame, and disappointment with myself. Part of me accuses, “Would you at least try to think… Continue Reading “Under the Sycamore Tree”
I’ve been browsing the blogosphere lately. There’s some funny shit out there, and I do mean shit. It’s drivel, but it makes me laugh. That’s what I’ve been doing for a while now. Reading shit. Now that I’ve got an iPad, I have access… Continue Reading “Rebuilding Our Secret Gardens after Annihaltion”
I’ve been a bad blogger. No blogger should go four months without writing a post, but that’s what I’ve done. Anyone who truly knows me can confirm that I didn’t run out of things to say. I sort of “hit the wall” in my… Continue Reading “Standing at the Crossroads”
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… Continue Reading “The Truth about Rose-Colored Glasses”
The healing process is painful, exhausting and time consuming, but, ultimately, the process is uniquely ours whether we wanted it or not.
Our lives can be viewed metaphorically as a landscape populated by a thriving city or by ruins. For better or worse, it is up to us to make do with what remains be it clearing away dumped rubbish, repairing old but sound structures, tearing down ruined buildings, or rebuilding boundaries. It is a worthy and necessary endeavor made more meaningful when done in a loving community committed to our success.
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.