So I’ve been reading up online, trying to figure out if or when this chemical in my brain will wear off, the one that attracts me so intensely to my ex. For those who haven’t been following its been about 2 months since he left, and we were together nearly 5 years. I figured it
“The myth of romantic love is a dreadful lie. Perhaps it is a necessary lie in that it assures the ‘falling in love’- experience that traps us into marriage. But as a psychiatrist I weep in my heart almost daily for the ghastly confusion and suffering that this myth fosters. Millions of people waste vast
So this is where I am at on The Kübler-Ross Grief Cycle – slap bang in the middle: I’m a little surprised I came out of the anger in just 3 days, and somewhat disappointed because it was really the most determined and powerful I’ve felt in this whole process.
Okay so I am SUPER excited! I just spent about 4 hours on the phone, which is very odd as I’m not a big fan of being on the phone AT ALL anymore, but time just flew by, and it was incredibly inspiring and connecting, as it always is whenever we get talking. A great
…for my endlessly patient and loving family, for my inspirational funny intelligent friends who hang in there with me even though I keep moving country… to my new readers on yummy wakame for all the support and insight… to my uncle Steve who sent me a bunch of never seen toddler photos this morning of
Wow, seriously? Not only is the writer sassily named after one of my favourite friends Jennifer Jones, she is BRILLIANT at what she does! I wish I had had access to this incredible relationship resource 5 years ago. Truly, it would have been a second chance for me. The depth of insight and wisdom on
I sense acutely today, that this difficult path I’ve chosen towards celibacy, for the time while I find my truest nature, is leading me towards the polar opposite of how I have lived my life so far. It is taking me down roads I never considered before, and allowing me to explore avenues I used
I was touched by the sentiment, it being lunch time and all. But being a vegetarian I had to refuse.
Your birth date snuck up on me like you have ever since I’ve known you and that invisible cloak of yours. Last night I dreamed I couriered you 3 velveteen black roses from an esoteric florist. I can’t remember what it meant, or why I sent that particular gift, but I was so happy to