To my inner teenager (part 3)

Dearest me, adolescent me, First know that you are loved, unconditionally, deeply and profoundly. You have carried my shame and burdens, without complaint. Thank you. You are my inspiration. My poet. My artist. My punker. My goth. My love of horror. My witch. My rebel. You are my dark crafty, creative side. Ever loving Edgar…

To all the haters, judgers, predators, and so on (part 2)

To all the predators, violators, manipulators, haters, judgers, silencers, watchers, persecutors, and those who failed to speak up. To all those who sat in silence and watched my self-destruction. Judged me. Held me accountable for my self-hatred, without seeing the broken, lost soul screaming for love, attention and help. For those who saw me as…

Letters (Therapy Thursdays- part 1)

Letters are a way for us to look at deep pains and wounds, in the safety and containment of ourselves, in the places we feel safest. Letters allow us to look inward at the places we need to hold the most.  The places we need to tend to, to create change and movement.

To the grandmothers I never knew

Dear grandmothers, I only knew you through vague stories told through the eyes of a heart broken boy. Or the long lost memories of a little girl. I mainly know you through pictures. The little girl. Whose life ended too soon. Even though you were sick, you always smiled. Thank you for the gift of…