2KVYOT3.L0VETukayote Helianthus v2Walking away from suffering.Walking towards love.With intention.
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Grief used to be the thing I ran from. Now it shows up sharp as a thumbnail scratch, I say hello out loud, and it passes. Grief isn’t terrible. It’s proof I have a real beating heart.
For years I thought refusing to accept my bipolar made me strong. It was denial, and underneath it was grief I didn’t want to feel. Acceptance isn’t quitting treatment. It’s quitting the fight against what’s permanent, whether that’s a diagnosis or a conflict that’s never going to change. Sometimes no response is a response. Good…
August was the month accountability stopped being a concept and became a daily habit. Five farmers markets, eighteen pier sunsets, two hundred sixty miles of walking, and 43,200 TMS pulses later, I held a boundary with people who had been increasing my suffering, did not flinch when they got angry, and came out the other…
I have some big news. And I also want to share what gaslighting actually does to your grip on reality, why doubting yourself becomes a reflex, and why the research on it is a lot more serious than people realize.
I know what real mania looks like, and a lot of what got called mania wasn’t it. Here’s what real mania was for me, what recovery looks like now, and how I hold my boundaries.