Pain Never Gets Any Better Unless You Confront It & Even Then It Still Takes A Very Long Time

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“What you do,” he said, “is just lie there with your thoughts. Don’t judge them. Just let them happen. Let yourself feel everything you’re feeling. Think everything you’re thinking. Without distraction.”

He didn’t call it mindfulness then. I wouldn’t learn that word until much later. From someone else.

Instead, my first fraught dance with my own mind wouldn’t have a name.  » Read more

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PQ 12.4 — Do I trust my partner to consider my needs and well-being in his decisions about whether to stay in a relationship that is hurting me? Why or why not? If not, what can I do to improve that trust?

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PQ 12.4 — Do I trust my partner to consider my needs and well-being in his decisions about whether to stay in a relationship that is hurting me? Why or why not? If not, what can I do to improve that trust?

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“Page,” he says. “I hate to ask this from you.  » Read more

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PQ 4.7 — In what ways do I protect myself from being hurt? Do those strategies help or hinder my search for connection?

2 images: the top image is a picture of a hand held sideways with a red heart drawn on it. in the bottom picture, the fingers of the hand are spread apart, making it appears asa though the heart from the first image is broken into 4 pieces - text on the palm of the hand in both images says "you make me sick because I adore you so"
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PQ 4.7 — In what ways do I protect myself from being hurt? Do those strategies help or hinder my search for connection?

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I know it’s folly to forever wait for the punch. To flinch against blows that aren’t coming. On the off chance that they might.

And yet,  » Read more

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Pain

“I heard that you spank so hard, you send girls flying across the room,” I said.

“You heard right,” Skyspook replied.

We’d been kissing for a while, intensely. I felt breathless, half mad. It seemed a good time to come up for air. I sprawled myself across his lap, wiggled my butt.  » Read more

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