First thing is first, I'm sorry I've not been around much. I'm trying to periodically read posts, like them, and comment. I want you all to know I'm still about, supporting you and quietly cheering you all on as you progress in your individual journeys. I've been even worse at actually creating posts. I've been [...]
Tag: Art
Almost 30
My birthday is in 2 days. I will be 30. I keep looking back on my 20s and wondering if maybe I've had my priorities wrong this whole time. I've accomplished a lot, technically, but what do those things even matter? I've been married. But I got divorced. I've loved and been loved. But all [...]
A Look into my 3rd Therapy Session
As you know by now, I started therapy with a new therapist (a clinical psychologist) recently. There isn't that intense draw to her that I felt with C but she does know how to ask the right questions and I do feel less like I am at risk of being judged by her, so these [...]
The Vanishing Girl
When I was a little girl, I used to practice being invisible. If I was invisible then I couldn't be yelled at, devalued, or hurt. At least that is what my childhood mind told me. Now, I know that doesn't make any sense, I am not, nor have I ever been, a vanishing girl. I was [...]
I was just thinking Instagram may be another way to connect. If you have it I'd love for us to follow each other. My Instagram is a very different experience from my blog. It's more: art, travels, food, family, yoga, and cats. I'm on Instagram as @hibiscus221.
Abstract Longings for What Might Be
TW: this blog will cover issues of rape/sexual assault, so if you're not feeling particularly safe and supported please take care before reading. Every year someone inevitably tells me: "You know, they say, 'whatever you are doing to bring in the new year is what you will be doing for the rest of the year.'" [...]
A Blog(ger) is Born
I have this theory: none of us is inherently whole. We are all just pieced together from fragments of memories, experiences, and stories. We are created from all the people we’ve ever loved or hated. And all the people who have loved and hated us. Each of us has our own unique patchwork heart. So [...]
Her Patchwork Heart 
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