On PTSD.

Yesterday morning I had a moment. The simplest trigger: at a cafe, an old framed portrait on a white wall that reminded me of something from then. And I was off. Cycles of panic, terror, helplessness, pain, fear. And then I came back. Doing the things that help me be...

Making space.

Disclaimer! This post is … not really a post. And it’s very much not the sort of thing I would normally put here. It’s a bit messy. A bit complex. A lot more yoga-ey than anything I might say if it were just us. (Translation: Jon, don’t read...

Very Personal Ads #56: Rallying it up

Personal ads! They’re … personal! Very. So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff. Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted. Ever since I posted the...
The Fluent Self