the edges of myself

words, words, words

Among the many realizations I’ve had about myself of late are these two things: 1.) Despite my belief that I am an incredibly open person, I have some pretty massive, fortified walls up around me. And 2.) I have a really hard time trusting women. These two realizations both hit me like a ton of …

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I have a confession to make. I haven’t been consciously withholding this information– but just recently uncovered it somewhere in the depths of my cells. I have spent years being ANGRY. Horribly, Defiantly, ANGRY. At myself. What I have realized is this anger (that I have managed bury to the depths of my being) has been …

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I remembered several of my dreams last night.  That rarely happens to me.  As I drove to work this morning I found myself going over them in my head.  This evening, there’s one that’s still there– the others having been relegated to my subconscious mind where they generally dwell. The one that’s still with me …

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