We all have songs that speak to us for different reasons. Lately, the song Heathens by Twenty One Pilots has been hitting a sensitive part of my soul. The song isn’t even necessarily about my situation, it was written for the movie Suicide Squad (which I haven’t even seen). Yet, several lyrics in the song speak
Tag: abuse
Yup. You heard me, abused. Every emotion you could ever imagine comes rushing over you all at once. You start to panic. Sweat. Shake. Feel your internal temperature rising. Cry. Yell. Become confused. Feel like you are going to go ballistic on the person who is responsible for this. One of your worst fears as a
Hi there! I’m Beth. Secret confession: Before my daughter was born, I researched, as I do everything, how to meet other parents. That research ultimately resulted in the creation of “mom cards,” a.k.a. business cards for all those times you meet other moms in the park and want to be able to quickly exchange contact
I remember a my father asking me, in genuine perplexity a couple of decades ago, why I was still in therapy after 13 sessions. Surely, whatever’s got your goat must be identified and fixed by then, right? What could be so wrong that I still need to go? As much as I shrugged and laughed
There is nothing as soothing after an honest, raw blog than someone telling you they needed to read it. I was honored and touched, so thank you, fellow survivor-mom. She spoke to me about how she put her “survivor stuff” away when she had kids. She began hearing the things we’ve all heard when we travel down
At this point in my life, when the “reminders” come they don’t take my breath or presence of mind like they once did. I automatically look around whatever room I’m in and notice who I am with. I pay attention to the sights, sounds, smells and breathe deeply. After a couple of decades of practice, keeping myself “here
I am an imperfect mother. In fact, there are times when I downright mess up. Usually the moment I catch myself is the moment when my lungs produce a sound I never thought I was capable of producing, never mind in response to one of my children. I’ve made mistakes that left me disappointed in
“I’ve never owned this body to begin with.” “I don’t know what living inside of it would feel like.” “I don’t know what clothes to put my body in.” “How to do my hair; what make-up actually looks good on me?” “How can I teach my kids that their body ‘belongs to them’ if I
