A little (long) poem for the distressing times we are all in.
This is a self-reflection list I make every December and quite enjoy it. Helps me pause and ground myself. Read mine and maybe also make yours 🙂
Hold a goodbye card before you enter into any kind of relationship with a person. It’s a card I never held and it led to a decade of unhealthy relationships and some plentiful sprinkles of trauma.
What's a good way to articulate the experience or feeling of being 'used' by someone without using the word 'used'?