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Change is good, they said. I believe that’s true, most days. Especially since I feel I’ve been in a bitch of a ditch for the last 7 years. Well, not the same ditch. Different ditches. But ditches, just the same. … Continue reading →
Category Archives: stress
Operation Homostead & Dooflingywhatsit
While I’m battling The Change of Life, we are also dealing with AÂ Change of Life. Major changes on the horizon, all of which we have chosen for ourselves, which of course, makes it easier to weather. Our decision to make … Continue reading →
Charcoal Thursday Sale
I had stretched my budget to the limit at the end of this month, and wasn’t sure when my check would go in, but assumed I’d be spending Thanksgiving eating an avocado pocket sandwich, rather than something with turkey in … Continue reading →
Being a Delicate Organism
Highly Sensitive People are, as the moniker suggests, acutely aware of stimuli. Which is one reason I prefer the designation of Highly Aware Person. HAP. I’m a Hap. A Happy. Sounds much better to me than being called “Highly Sensitive” … Continue reading →
Reproach Beyond a Dog (poem)
(I wrote this poem years ago, but now understand even more why this issue is such a big deal for me. As an HSP, certain stimuli is maddening to me, and the barking of a dog is probably the number … Continue reading →
Stupid, Honorable, High-Road Seeking Fool
In a post from a few years ago (two posts, actually, under Going to Denver Because You’re Dead) I chronicled this transition of moving to Colorado to start a new life; again reinventing myself, with the hope of somehow finding … Continue reading →
The Fourth Betrayal
NOTE: So, in my seeking help when i needed it, for my recent betrayals and abandonments, the counselor i went to see called the next day to inform me she couldn’t see me anymore and for a really stupid reason. … Continue reading →
Why not Me?
Pulitzer and Nobel Prize-winning author, Pearl S. Buck said, “A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend … Continue reading →
Letter to a Battered Heart
Open letter to a friend whose heart is battered…. I remember that you were there for me when I was going through a lot and had no one. So I will do my best to be here for you, now. … Continue reading →
Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae–I feel once more the scars of the old flame…
Most things for me, now, are in the context of being an HSP. My Sensory Processing Sensitivity is a brain architecture that will never change. It is part of me as much as DNA or eye color or ethnic origins. … Continue reading →
Too Much World: A Look at Highly Sensitive People
In an article in Psychology Today,* I again found comfort in the knowledge that there are others like me out there, and my particular brand of weirdness is not “damage” but an inherent brain architecture I am born with. Just … Continue reading →
Trauma Biscuit
Discovered that the private garage at my new place is very small. I felt I should maybe fold my side mirrors in, or rub Vaseline on the side of the Cherryot. I did get it pulled in without losing any … Continue reading →
EXTENDED STRESS Hotel.
My Cherryot was loaded to capacity, with the things I thought I’d need for two months, until an apartment became available. At Extended Stay, I checked in with desk clerk–started to unload, and had to take several things up … Continue reading →
Birthday Bash
Retro-post 18March Stealing some time, here. Too much to tell. mainly, on the 12th, the day before my birthday, we had probably the worst episode to date. D. lost it completely. She swiped all the stuff from the coffee table, … Continue reading →
Fat Chance: Lament of a Transplanted Single
Before moving here, I never had to worry about what my friends thought of me. They knew me. Sometimes for 10 or 20 years–a few of them longer than that. And I was in relationships usually. Serial monogamist. So I … Continue reading →