Psychology – Memoir of a mom

Scissors

I know that every single person remembers the moment when they walked away from any type of abuse. If you have been blessed with a healthy positive upbringing- all you need to know is that it is this odd experience of contradiction, of fear and bravery. If you cut the strings what will happen? WhenContinue reading “Scissors”

Eyes Wide Open

Isn’t it funny how you never really know someone until you fully know that it’s too late? Odd phrasing. I know. For example, I didn’t know the puppet master was a truly evil vindictive person until I cut the strings, literally. The things a person closest to you should never even think of doing, heContinue reading “Eyes Wide Open”

Not MY “Mini Me”

I am days, hopefully still weeks away from giving birth to a little girl. It has been an awfully odd journey for me, one I have taken incredibly serious. I cannot seem to get comfortable with the idea that I-ME-Jessica, am having a daughter. Every mother that has a daughter promotes the same vision. TheContinue reading “Not MY “Mini Me””

Writers writing

If you have been a writer for any time at all, in any type of way, you have suffered from a painful experience. I have always been a writer. I just didn’t write. I wrote for the first time in years last year when I experienced a very painful loss, and by doing so, itContinue reading “Writers writing”

Two of everything

My youngest son literally has two of everything. It’s cathartic. Let me explain. I had a unique upbringing. I, too, had everything. I was spoiled beyond belief with tangible materialistic items. It was… excessive. Naturally everyone singles me out due to my overbearing childhood experiences. They too assume I do the same for my childrenContinue reading “Two of everything”

Down the rabbit hole

Have you ever had one single clear memory stir up a massive amount of memories, but they are all tangled up together in one big cloudy BLUR!? I have been spending the last year and half decoding my own brain and understanding why it is I do the things I do as an adult. SpecificallyContinue reading “Down the rabbit hole”

The maid’s tales

I don’t harp on my children to clean. I don’t scream or fuss or fight over the wrappers or spilt messes. I just do it. I frustratedly and confusingly convince myself that it’s because I love them and also it’s because this is my job. However when I feel overrun or taken advantage of IContinue reading “The maid’s tales”

Nameless

This emotion doesn’t have a name. It doesn’t have a name because naming it would take away from it. It’s confusing. Raw. Real. Deep. dark. It’s abusing. It doesn’t have a name because naming it would allow you the ability to not truly- feel it. It’s like loneliness on a summer day. I want toContinue reading “Nameless”