I read a post in one of my pagan groups this morning that made me worried for the poster on several levels.
Anxiety brain is often times weird.
Yesterday was the first time I had been out in public during the hours people go out.
Over the last few years, since moving into my current home, I have started to give in to the realization that I can’t do everything on my own.
As I’ve said before, my daughter and I have been on rather terse terms since shortly after lockdown.
My father was not the best of people. I do question if he was as bad as my narcissistic mother made him to be to garner my devotion to her, but I do know there are things about him that weren’t at all okay in society. However, he did, somehow, manage to instill certain beliefs, traits and ideologies I have followed even to this day.
Life is often filled with little signs that try to promt you into action. If you don’t respond to them, they tend to disappear or. ecome a part of the landscape. Then a bigger sign will come by, and another, then a larger one, then maybe a neon one, till eventually, you hit the “DEAD END” sign and all options feel off the table. You’re left scrambling around trying to find anything that looks like a path.
It’s been forever and a day since I last wrote here. Hard to believe a month has passed by already!
I have been without pets for almost 2 years now. I had to have my sweet puppy put to sleep in July 2019. It was one of the hardest, most heartbreaking things that I have had to do in my life. I still miss him very much and wish he were still with me.
Over the course of the last week, my mind had been heavy with the concept of sexuality and my own. I have often wondered why I am the way I am and why I am not like most when it comes to relationships.