Every once in a while, I connect with a pure soul. Lumpy bits but pure in every single capacity. The pureness is with the looks, the grabs, the intended and the unintended moments.
Dear Jess, During a year of absolute chaos, when you felt completely broken and unlovable, you remembered to breathe. When your abusers conspired to break you, you remembered they are human. When you decided to upgrade your annoyingly-optimistic-everything-is-PHENOMENAL Jess to an authentic imperfectly messy-emotional-yet-RESILIENT Jess, you remembered to be brave. When you made questionable lifeContinue reading “Letter of Gratitude: Jess”
Dear Bob, It’s been an absolute honour to know you this last year. I feel blessed to turn a neighbor into a friend… and extended family. I’ve shared tidbits about my journey. You’ve seen me galavanting without a care or responsibility. You’ve seen me with the weight of the world on my shoulders. You’ve alsoContinue reading “Letter of Gratitude: Bob”
My freewriting challenge is over. I’m conflicted on how to feel. Part of me feels a sense of satisfaction for completing such a [vulnerable] goal. It’s not easy to reveal my morning thoughts… especially when I am still re-wiring my mind from narcissistic abuse. I have good days but mostly, I still challenge my thinking.Continue reading “The day I said Good-bye to Fuckwits”
Day 17. Freewriting. Thinking about strength. How I define strength vs how society defines strength. There is always 2 sides of the coin but 3 sides to the truth… Living in Asia offers countless opportunities. Some opportunities are… a muse and others a vice. Prostitutes. I had just picked up a slice of watermelon andContinue reading “Everyone is a prostitute. Truth.”