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Sex & Secrets: I am Part of The Problem

Going through trauma therapy is a lot harder than I anticipated. Shocking, I know. I’m not sure what I was expecting; I’m not sure I was really expecting anything. It’s certainly not as easy as taking a pill and getting rid of the memories or erasing all the ways it shows up in your life now.

What I’m learning is that in order to get past the trauma, you first have to dive deep into it.

And that’s hard. 

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Trust Issues and Tinder

I’ve got trust issues. 

As my therapist would say, my cup of trust is empty right now, and I’m working on filling it up. With someone new in my life, whenever I feel like I’m ready for it, it’s going to take some time to fill my cup back up.

I recently decided to go out on a few dates, just to see what it’d be like and to remember what it’s like to be back in the Tinder game

And– spoiler alert– it’s kind of awful for the most part. ​

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I Did a Bad Thing

I did a bad thing recently.

It’s something that I had a hard time sharing even with my closest friends, and even my therapist.

To say it fills me with so much dread and shame and disappointment that I can barely push the words out of my mouth or type them on this page.

But through practicing self-love, healing and understanding, I’m beginning to realize that accepting something is better than pushing it down and pretending it didn’t happen.

So here goes…

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The Parts I Always Lose

Our apartment doesn’t look like our apartment anymore. In a few weeks, it won’t be.

Cardboard boxes are stacked in the corner so that our his blind dog doesn’t run into them. All our my art is packed away or wrapped in towels or stowed away in plastic tubs and the walls of our the apartment are bare, with little holes reminding us of where the homeyness used to be. The storage area outside is labeled—this is his box, this is my box, his trunk, my table. Utilities are scheduled to cancel on May 1, the anniversary of the day we first moved in together.
I leave in two days, and he stays another two weeks. We don’t really talk about it, because what’s there to say?

It’s actually happening.

The end is actually here, and our separate lives begin very, very soon.

​The breaking up happened months ago, but the splitting up and severing of this particular tie is happening now.

 Life is a constant stream of adjusting to changes just in time for everything to change again.

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We Broke Up, and It’s Okay.

Originally published on 2/14/2018.

We broke up. Happy Valentine’s Day! 

​No, but seriously.

This post seemed appropriately inappropriate for the week of Valentine’s, especially when we might not all be spending it with that special someone. I wanted to write this post because I have a lot to say about my boyfriend and I breaking up, but none of it involves bashing him or divulging the secrets of our relationship that resulted in our ultimate demise.

The truth is, it was a good breakup.

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