This Litha, I gave the sun my grief. Not to cleanse it — but to burn what was never mine to carry. Sacred rage is still sacred.
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This Litha, I gave the sun my grief. Not to cleanse it — but to burn what was never mine to carry. Sacred rage is still sacred.
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His reality clashes with deliriums. Seeing things where they shouldn’t be. Having conversations with a wall. An inborn curse. Sometimes two world bleed over that he couldn’t distinguish the inner perception from the outer. But who was going to point that out? Father and mother were merely feel-good stories that his friends used around him. Those two words often turn into questions. Why bring him…
poetry: abandonment wounds
I wrote this poem in December of 2023. I bet all of my female ancestors still remember their third of december abandonment wounds run deep in my bloodlineI’ve lost count of how many woman in my familywhose lovers absconded, who’s lovers left themfor their own version of Heather-maybe this explains my epic overreaction every time a lover abscondedtheir departure triggers trauma in my DNAfrom the…
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I've been dropped by both my secondary partner and my fwb recently with no real notice or explanation. I'm feeling pretty low, struggling to process the feelings of rejection and abandonment. What is it about depression that just makes you feel disgusting? Anyone else struggle to make content when you don't feel sexy?
Dear Witcher season 3 episode 7,
On behalf of eldest daughters with abandonment wounds everywhere:
OWWWWW - you can take your knife out of my gut now 😭😭😭😭😭