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“if you do not own your story, it will own you”

I keep reading and rereading the beautiful words that come from this blog. I keep saying it over and over- if you do not own your story, it will own you.  Your story is being told either way.  It is … Continue reading

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who knows why

Music in the heart tonight:   the only way in is through / and I am trying to get through … who knows why / things wind up the way they do

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She doesn’t want to run away this time

Six years ago on New Year’s Eve a dear friend experienced a sexual assault. A year and a half later she started talking about it but stopped when it became too much, too overwhelming. Other symptoms took over, requiring attention … Continue reading

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the little things

One day you notice it doesn’t seem so hard anymore. A scary, confusing dream, but you didn’t wake up shaking in sweat, in terror. A train ride with your boss and you find yourself overwhelmed by gratitude that you get … Continue reading

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Choose to be okay with not knowing why

You want a reason, a label, a point-to, a know-how.  You want to know why. Why you sleep through the night, but feel exhausted when your alarm goes off. Why you suddenly have no taste for the morning, no desire … Continue reading

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flashing back and returning- 2

I just gotta say, I love my therapist. Not putting her on a pedestal or anything like that, I just am overcome with gratitude to her. She is so calm, and open, and compassionate. No matter what state I come … Continue reading

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Running

I love to run. I love my sneakers. I love the powerful high of feeling strong, pounding the road or dancing across a path. I love getting up the mileage, crossing distances. I love hill sprints in the grass and … Continue reading

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