I hate starting with a victim story, but I need to start with then in order to get to now, so I’ll keep it as brief as possible. I endured a tremendous amount of abuse from age four to…some would argue I’m still dealing with parts of it now, though I’ve learned a lot of…
Author: Seth
I Am Beside Myself: Guilt, Shame, and the Adventures of Radical Stealth-Care
Yesterday, I spent two hours at the therapist’s office. The first hour was the actual meeting, and the second was recovering from the first. In a nutshell, she got me to open up about how what happened in my life made feel. I can go on for days about what happened. I don’t even flinch…
Looking Back at My First Month Clean
I really shouldn’t plan my writing, just saying. I’m a natural born pantser. I’ve made a new website, instead, and will be moving over there eventually (actually, by the time I post this, I’ll probably change my mind and end up in yet another place…the U-Haul Bloggian, maybe?) I’m probably not going to talk about my…
On Perseverance
tl;dr for my last week’s worth of posts: I started a series of notes to myself, finished the compliment challenge, started working out with a trainer, hit 300lb on my first squats in forever, realized I am in love (with an irl friend — don’t get excited, online fam), possibly got a really good job,…
Getting to the Root of A Heart Full of Fear
CW: child abuse, physical abuse Holy cows! Imagine being totally exhausted, but without a low mood! That’s me, right now! I’m more than satisfied with my work ethic, lately, because I’m no longer unsure of whether not I’m doing things right. Everything is on even keel, velocity made good. Except there’s this one thing… Also,…
Results of the Compliment Challenge
I can live for two months on a compliment. -Mark Twain In a previous post, I talked about how I lamented over not being able to pay a person a compliment and how, from there, I realized I don’t really pay compliments to anyone I have a high regard for due to issues of trust and…
I Remember that Guy!
Just pics of what I looked like before my grandmother got a hold of me. Already doing things to get back to this guy. I also still have his shorts. I hate that these are pretty much all I got from those days, and every time I gawk look at them, it makes me want to go…
Thank You, Mom
Dear Mom, I remember us going to Lake Powell, and spending at least an hour standing beside each other just looking out into the vast openness of the reservoir, occasionally spying Kenny Rogers’ helicopter as it took off or landed atop his yacht. And how Chris bet a hundred dollar bill that I couldn’t hoist…
Self Care and Dopamine Farming
I must apologize to myself for not writing anything, the past few days, aside from my about page. Since this is journal is about recovery, I wanted to document why. I’m presently of low mood, and I’m exhausted despite sleeping seven hours and staying in bed for an extra hour. My list of things that…
Oh, Perfectionism
Yesterday wasn’t the greatest day in the world, but in a way, it wasn’t bad. I’ve been fighting the desire to beat up on myself, since my job opportunity fell through due to tremendously bad timing (hiring manager — not my friend — saw a name they were familiar with and selected them immediately, and…