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Hi folks, This is a scary one for me. I’m used to sharing some of my innermost thoughts and feelings here with you (all nine of my readers 🤣) but I’m not used to asking for help, especially from so many people. It’s been three years since I escaped the high control group and began
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast;Man never Is, but always To be blest:The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,Rests and expatiates on a life to come. ~Alexander Pope from An Essay On Man, Epistle 1, 1733 This quote has languished at the head of an otherwise-empty, drafted blog post for more than 9 years.
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Written May 23rd, 2023 He was the most beautiful escape. In a vortex of recovery and growth and inner work and stumbling and scrounging and healing and looking all about me frantically to get my bearings, he became a central point, a post onto which I could fix my gaze and all my attention. For
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Sometimes deep friendship develops out of mutual interests and pursuits: commonalities and loves shared, a resonant view on life. Other times, kinship is born from the bitter circumstances of hardship, cruelty and duress. Soldiers sharing a foxhole, “battle buddies,” can experience a bonding that rivals, if not surpasses, the closest of familial ties. I have
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[This is the second in a three-part series. I recommend that you read Part 1 first.] Work Days in the Life: I first came to work at the pet store in June of 2017. It was Keefy himself who suggested the idea. The store was owned by three of my friends (a husband, wife and
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When my sister reached out to me in an email in late Fall of 2020, my heart quickened in my chest. Once every year or two, she would throw out some little message or feeler. For the last decade, I had rarely responded, and the few times I did, the exchange was brief. It had
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I have made a remarkably beautiful and satisfying discovery since I left the high control group and the abusive personal relationship that came with it. It is so simple and yet so profound: I can love myself. I’m actually pretty damn good at it. During the years I toiled away at my spiritual growth, sitting
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I half-stood, half-slumped in the middle of his office, sobbing in his arms. He’d stood up in the midst of my confession, spreading his arms wide in an invitation to embrace. With great hesitance, weighed down by shame, I pulled myself up off the couch to meet his invitation with proper response. As soon as
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In the Spring of 2006, I packed up my car, gave my roommates a final farewell, and headed down the road. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going or where I would live next, but I knew I had to leave where I was. Life seemed to have run its course under my present
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I would just like to say, Thank you. Your words of support and encouragement are so deeply appreciated. When it is difficult to find words for this process, for what I am experiencing and for what those have experienced who have gone before me, your encouragement is what keeps bringing me back here to try.
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