• Stories of my life

    Bad Luck

    There I was. Watching the Hunger Games, and marvelling at Peeta’s devotion for Katniss. (He is so cute!) I mean, he adores her. He shows nothing but devotion towards her. Pure, crystal clear love. Then this feeling showed up: “Man, I’ve had some real bad luck”. I believe strongly in giving ourselves permission to feel what we feel. It is the first step in the healing process. A step our culture blocks over and over again through non-permissions and “you shouldn’t think that, feel that, etc”. Bollocks to it, I say. Permission rules. It has become my religion. So. Permission to think “I’ve had some real bad luck”. And listen…

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    My Highly Sensitive Person Manifesto

    One of the reasons why it has taken me so blooming long to find out that I’m a Highly Sensitive Person is because… I am sensitive to things most people aren’t sensitive to. For example: most HSPs have food allergies or food sensitivities. Well… I don’t. I have no food allergies of any kind to my knowledge. Because my sensitivities are… “unconventional”, they are harder to spot. So I’m sharing them with you. This post will be part “educational” and part “manifesto”. Because I really want to say “this is what I’m sensitive to and it’s legitimate, damn it!”. Let’s start. Sound A lot of HSP are sensitive to sound.…

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    Valentine’s Day Rhapsody

    “Who will want me? Who could possibly want *me*, with this ugly face, messy body, terrible present and traumatised past? I look in the mirror and the “truth” is clear. There, on my face: nobody will love me. That’s just the way it is. I’m going to be single forever. Damn. Who could ever love me? I must do something. What do I need to do? Show off my body? Wear make up? Do things I don’t want to do, pretend to be someone I’m not?” Because it sucks, OK? It sucks to be single. And to want love. And to be ugly and to know you’re ugly. And so…

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    Weird Things About Me

    Let’s start the year with a BANG! Or rather a… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! :D It began with a pushing voice at the back of my mind, after reading Therese’s post on “embarrassing confessions”. “Do you believe in making the world a less lonely place, a more connected place, a more REAL place? Do you, Mary? DO YOU???” Ehm… Well, yes… Much like I believe in all sorts of things, so long as I don’t have to do anything actually difficult. Like… make myself vulnerable by revealing some of my flaws to the world… I’d much rather show a perfect life. Granted, that means I have to “hide away”…