tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post1015688607909396560..comments2023-12-31T09:31:06.356+07:00Comments on Doesn't Speak Klingon: Aphrodite and DenialRedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06870283055927616591noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-67184358347814398172012-03-26T23:57:24.510+07:002012-03-26T23:57:24.510+07:00I would probably be more scared to post this if my...I would probably be more scared to post this if my friends and family visited my blog. They don't know about it, so y'all are like a therapist to me: unswayed by any real-life interaction.<br /><br />But you're right: get it out there! And again, late night conversations with a third party (as I alluded to in my response to Misty) really carried me through.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06870283055927616591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-90491028158966211432012-03-26T03:43:14.273+07:002012-03-26T03:43:14.273+07:00Hugs. I know these are late, but sometimes the la...Hugs. I know these are late, but sometimes the late ones are just as helpful. Everyone is there to lean on when the grief is fresh, but it can be later when you realize you are still sad and you feel like nobody wants to hear it anymore. Why are we all so darn hard on ourselves? <br />Opening up to vulnerability is so hard. I have not been posting lately because I fear over sharing some negative aspects of my life so openly. I don't know why. Nobody's life is perfect and the people who cause these moments are not bad people, just catalysts for growth. You may have inspired me to actually post the things I have written over the last few weeks. To hell with being afraid of people judging me or my family. Keeping it all bottled up is a terrible thing to do to our bodies, and our spirits. <br />Blah blah blah. March 20th is my mother's birthday, but we have never celebrated it that way. We are only allowed to celebrate the coming of spring. It is one of my favorite times of year. Living in eastern Washington state, we have terribly long, gloomy winters, and even though they may not have butt loads of snow (sometimes) the lack of sunshine turns me into a cranky pants. I love that now I can prop open my back door (it may be in the forties but that is WARM for us) and let the sunshine in. <br />I really love your readers, by the way. They are all incredibly supportive and nonjudgmental. What a beautiful thing.Sarasaurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03356632706986271303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-79552075260598222462012-03-21T20:21:55.145+07:002012-03-21T20:21:55.145+07:00Well, I did say I was going to try to be more open...Well, I did say I was going to try to be more open here. <br /><br />Actually, if I was smart, I'd have given the title a "Moving 101" prefix. I hoped to have several blogs with helpful information about moving, it's just not happening that way so far and there's only one.<br /><br />But I think others may go through the same kind of thing, so I'm glad I shared.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06870283055927616591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-42530213236414780212012-03-21T12:53:21.503+07:002012-03-21T12:53:21.503+07:00How do you feel now that you have shared this expe...How do you feel now that you have shared this experience with many more people? Most, I imagine, are strangers that you are exposing vulnerability toRustyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298691125378912723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-60465516095813273012012-03-21T08:05:07.365+07:002012-03-21T08:05:07.365+07:00Having Aphrodite on the same page with me helps. R...Having Aphrodite on the same page with me helps. Regarding my meltdown and, finally regarding my leaving.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06870283055927616591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-49672371740327899112012-03-21T08:02:35.213+07:002012-03-21T08:02:35.213+07:00I am happy you made it through the night. Hopefull...I am happy you made it through the night. Hopefully that release will carry you for a while.Brett Minorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13181569922751252054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-50403373426664042202012-03-21T02:30:04.799+07:002012-03-21T02:30:04.799+07:00Briefly, I'm involved in community theatre, an...Briefly, I'm involved in community theatre, and was supposedly "assistant director" of the current show. The director had started dismissing my thoughts, then it became belittling. I was very patient, thinking maybe he was having a bad day each time it happened, but it finally happened one too many times. <br /><br />I walked off the set, which I've never done, so part of my distress is feeling like a quitter. Which I shouldn't. I don't put up with that kind of treatment is all.<br /><br />And yes. I needed it. And a long I.M. chat into the wee hours of the morning with another very supportive person.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06870283055927616591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-86859913788575526002012-03-21T02:10:35.170+07:002012-03-21T02:10:35.170+07:00I'm sorry you are having a hard time with this...I'm sorry you are having a hard time with this, but it does sound like it was a release you needed. And aphrodite sounds like a fantastic friend that can just listen and help you deal with these things by being your sounding board. More of us need people like that. A good cry can also be an amazing release. I had a little breakdown about a month or so ago, where the hubs was the sounding board and I cried big fat ugly tears. Also not a good look for me, but it was oh so helpful for me at the time. <br /><br />Can you give us a clue as to the trigger for this meltdown, or was it just everything all piled up and the damn finally broke?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-15278797592232753382012-03-21T01:43:31.119+07:002012-03-21T01:43:31.119+07:00No apology needed. I started to say she's a fr...No apology needed. I started to say she's a friend when I realized that I was the one who labelled her "sister". Just, you know, not biologically.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06870283055927616591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-59862866350943819062012-03-21T00:40:06.624+07:002012-03-21T00:40:06.624+07:00Lol, sorry, I should have gone back and checked yo...Lol, sorry, I should have gone back and checked your old post! I suggested the character list but then don't use it as a reference... shameful of me, very shameful ;-)<br /><br />.......and I was so sure she was your sister too ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-61047819952701387532012-03-21T00:06:46.720+07:002012-03-21T00:06:46.720+07:00Actually, aphrodite is my best friend. I will miss...Actually, aphrodite is my best friend. I will miss her presence in my life even though she will only be a phone call away.<br /><br />Except that according to my facebook she's a sister!Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06870283055927616591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036550554413060199.post-28052515445664427232012-03-21T00:03:43.721+07:002012-03-21T00:03:43.721+07:00Wonderful that you have a sister who listens as we...Wonderful that you have a sister who listens as well as that. Can't wait for your next post so that we know you're heartache is on its way out!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com