Breathe into the tight spots

Breathe into the tight spots

I am a survivor of complex trauma. The cult I was raised in did really f—d up things to my brain, and I am still unraveling that. I may always be unraveling that. And then there’s all the other “non-cult” stuff as well. I am also fine. Really fine. Not even fine, but...
I’m not responsible for anything

I’m not responsible for anything

I was raised knowing that I was responsible to ease God’s suffering and that any doubt in my mind or heart, any time I selfishly thought of myself first…or at all, any misstep or misaction I took would break God’s heart. While I now know that that is ludicrous – that...
I love the feeling of taking up all my space

I love the feeling of taking up all my space

Recently I’ve been feeling as if I’m somehow leaking out of myself. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s as if there are holes in my being and I’m seeping out of those holes, instead of being whole. So, I’m working on that. This may sound weird (not that there’s...
If you can’t breathe, why bother?

If you can’t breathe, why bother?

This was offered by a yoga instructor, and it has stayed with me. If I can’t breathe, why bother? I know the instructor was talking about yoga poses and practice, but I find that it pertains not just to that but to pretty much everything. Or actually to everything....