While I expected that No Contact would give me more day-to-day respite from the crazy, I didn’t expect that I would feel so much better physically.
I did not think there was more full-on crazy, but me going No Contact revealed a whole new level. It was a relief to see that I was clearly not the problem.
By going No Contact, I blocked his ability to turn me inside out emotionally on a dime. So while it brought out the crazy in him, it helped me balance
I didn’t see this coming: People who didn’t understand what No Contact actually is and wanted to lecture me about how I should “find a way to get along.”
My mother had an aversion to relaxation. Probably because any form of stillness left her alone with her thoughts for too long. But she’d tolerate the zoo.
No Contact is a term I didn’t even grasp at the time I decided to do it. So for better or worse, I didn’t know what to expect when I went NC…
When my sisters and I were kids, my parents needed to use some creative thinking to make us eat our veggies — especially Brussels sprouts.
I really like Harry Potter. So much so that I even wrote an essay on the series for my Children’s Literature Class at uni — I got a good mark for it, too! I always joke that Harry and Ron even attended my graduation in Glasgow (see picture). So being the enthusiastic reader of the books that […]
When I finally started coming to terms with the emotional abuse that I grew up with, journaling, and therewith writing, really became a lifeline.
One way I like to reflect on my healing journey is to look back over my own writing. It gives me glimpses of how far I’ve come.