Clutter, Grieving and Memories

What do I keep? Why do I keep it? What is the purpose, want or need. Where is the future need for it? Really, do I need it? Or maybe, do I need it, still? Honestly, I also think of the quote I recently read, posted on … regarding clutter Reality is: I can takeContinue reading “Clutter, Grieving and Memories”

Disenfranchised

Today’s takeaway from psychotherapy. We covered skills and coping as well. Perhaps, when recognizing one’s own disenfranchisement, this is healthy, even normal. I suppose, Diary. I could be a disenchanted participant. What good what that really do? Truthfully, though, I am a little. Jaded as well. Welcome to a healthy amount of numbing oneself toContinue reading “Disenfranchised”

How come I am on SSI

It is sure as heck is not because I enjoyed the process – which many consider traumatizing, rightfully, – of waiting over a year, constantly filling out paperwork, making phone calls, repeating the same information over and over to gain a label of “disabled”. I appreciate and respect a reasonable and healthy amount of paperwork,Continue reading “How come I am on SSI”

A Life of Neglect, 3

December 20, 2020 I took notes of a conversation Wolf & I had. The notes prompted this post. Wolf’s life, was much like my brother’s, I believe. Full of neglect. Whereas, mine was full of overprotectiveness, extensive control and lacking unhealthy boundaries. autonomy. Yet, even I cannot begin to imagine being “…grateful, to a degree,Continue reading “A Life of Neglect, 3”

A life of neglect, 2

December 4, 2020 is the date of this reflection or insight from Wolf. Satisfy. Do. Easily absorbed. Fixer. Prone to be manipulated. Yet, so confused. Apple and stones was the example he used. Apple pie. Yes. Stonewall. Yes. Wall out of apples? No yet he will try like heck anyway. Maybe, not knowing when toContinue reading “A life of neglect, 2”

A life of neglect

This is Wolf’s story. The main part, shall we say. Wolf and I often struggle to grasp the other’s trauma for one primary reason. Whereas I spent way, way too much time with my father, Wolf was neglected, even forgotten. I have heard only a few of the stories and they are enough to curdleContinue reading “A life of neglect”

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