Conglomo Food

Conglomo Food

Brown bread in a can - soft, and with raisins, and no prep! Consistent. Available at any time. No love in it. Or was there?Sweet, predictable, always there. Packaged up from a conglomo company. Tater tots. Another conglomo food. Stuck in their little shape, unable to...

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Au-delà de la survie

Au-delà de la survie

Il y a 35 ans, ma prof de tai-chi-chuan a exposé ses peintures « sumi-e », et ma « grand-mère de cœur » est tombée en arrêt devant celle-ci, puis me l’a offerte, en s’exclamant « C’est vraiment ton portrait ! » Oui, je pressentais déjà que j’étais une espèce de...

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What’s the Payoff

What’s the Payoff

Verbal abuse, what’s the payoff?Distance, disconnection, abandonment.I don’t matter, I don’t belong; sense of community lost.No trust or accountability. No safety, no safe-harbor.Up in my tree as soon as I could get away.Comfort, nurture, understanding, support from...

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I Said

I Said

I said I was very suicidal, in serious danger of acting it out, and therefore asked for being urgently hospitalized. I was desperate and called earnestly for help (already a teetotaler for three years, thanks to AA and DESPITE medicine). They found a place for me in a...

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Powerless

Powerless

What did Powerless mean to my inner child? I was powerless growing up in an incredibly controlling and narcissistic envelope, with players of various narcissistic flavors. No red flags here, all normalized. I was powerless over being assigned the role of family...

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Lonely Had Become My Middle Name

Lonely Had Become My Middle Name

Another shot at love.just to be met with scorn ending up with the shovecreating a feeling #forlorn.And I kept on trying.To connect with the outer worldand it felt like dyingwhile shadows danced and swirled.Alone again, alone in the darkWhy have you forsaken...

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Reparenting

Reparenting

R is for reframing comments from my critical parent. She is trying to protect me in the only way she knows how. I can love her too. E is for enlightenment, illumination, and understanding. For education to my core, insight, discernment, and growing wisdom. And for...

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Counting Myself In

Counting Myself In

Excluded from the playground. Always picked last for any team sport. And when I am picked, quickly excluded from participation. I’m part of my family, but I don’t belong. Expected to be quiet and invisible. Expected to just go...

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