I have been sitting uncomfortably with my anger. I’m at the point of my healing/processing cycle where I get to revisit this feeling again. As a child I was never truly allowed to express anger, it was an emotion that wasn’t “cheerful obedience” and therefore wrong. It often circles back to me in the autumn.…
Between mother’s day in two weeks (whyyyy is it a thing?), and the sudden influx of assholes-with-strollers, and pregnant people EVERYWHERE… current status: I’m tired of feeling unaccepted and invalid and broken because my existence flies in the face of what is accepted and “normal”. But for the life of me, I can’t write anything…