Finding The Secrets I Kept From Myself
Having blindly rewritten my own history to obscure any trace of vulnerability, I don't know who I am. I'm on an evidence-based archeological dig of dinosaur bones I'm not sure how to reassemble.
I’m purging again.
Not the vomity kind, the making room to breathe kind. Purging & reorganizing, I’m just now realizing, is my go-to prep for any new project—clearing space for some new creative endeavor as if my thoughts take up physical space.
When Mom’s dementia started really taking off, I drifted away from the 12-step recovery group I’d been with fo…
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