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Even with all the horrible things going on, there are still good people in the world who know the meaning of friendship and can show compassion. If everyone emulated Chris Salvatore’s behavior, the world would be a much kinder place. … Continue reading
I don’t write a whole lot about sexual abuse — and the story told here may not qualify as what most people would define sexual abuse to be — but still, the woman who wrote this post had something that was precious to her stolen from her, and her boundaries were ruthlessly violated. This post is more explicit than what I usually post, but I think it’s important, because something so precious should be freely given, and boundaries need to be respected. I’m glad this writer ended the relationship because it sounds like her lover thought nothing of taking what wasn’t his, in essence, raping her. At the very least, he was incredibly obtuse. It sounds like the writer had a PTSD-like reaction to what happened. Rape usually does have that effect.
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As part of my “Let me be your voice” project, once again, I am honored to host the story of a lovely reader who sent me a painful recalling of her past. I wish there were no such stories to share, but since there are… I hope letting it out at last will help and bring relief.
I’d also like to remind you that if you have a story you would like to get off your chest, but just don’t feel comfortable publishing on your own blog, I’ll be more than glad to help by posting it in the Cove, leaving all the credit to you! Just write to me here.
So here is her story. And I’d like to thank the author for her trust. *Hugs, my dear!*
I decided to talk today, because I kept this story for myself for too long. And I cannot believe I…
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Cyranny writes so beautifully about those inexplicable “bad days” all of us have, whether we want to admit we have them or not. They just sort of come out of nowhere sometimes!
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Today was not a good day.
It happens. It is just life… We all have bad days, right? Right. Only, depression leftovers make my bad days B.A.D.
It often doesn’t really show. I just won’t think about eating, and spend all day concentrating on not letting show what goes on in my brain. Doesn’t sound too bad? Of course not.
I am aware I am not the only one having those post-depression random bad days. But not many people know about them. My parents don’t, my friends don’t…. Heck, Chéri doesn’t know about them. Not because I want to lie to them, but because of two simple things:
1- I don’t want them to worry everytime I frown.
2- It is so dang difficult to explain.
I don’t know why “bad days” happen. I don’t know if they are triggered by specific factors. (if so, I can’t wait to find…
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Wise and beautiful thoughts for the new year!
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In prayer this morning, I could not get the thought out of my head. “Heap coals of fire on their head.” This word was for me, but I thought you might receive from it as well.
Many in the West have taken the verse of Scripture, “Heap coals of fire on their head,” to mean we are to kill people with kindness…that when someone does us wrong, we are to repay with kindness. While the thought may sound reasonable, it is totally missing the point.
In the time this was written, coals for home fires was contained in a pot called a brazier. If a home fire went out, it was customary to run over to the next door neighbors to obtain more coals. Would you like to take a guess on how the fire was transported? You got it. It was on the head. If the…
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A great essay about my favorite activity! Please follow Cyranny’s Cove!
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Mouahahahahaha… What an image!
I have a lot of things to do. Some cleaning around the appartment, snow shoveling of the back balcony and stairs. I have some shopping to do, and I could cook a little to have lunches ready for the upcomming days of work. Am I doing any of the previously mentionned? No…
I am comfortably lying on the couch, and made sure not to want to get up by wrapping myself in my favorite blanket, and bringing big cushions for my back… I decided to draw myself a hot bath, meaning I can’t clean clothes right away, because the washer and dryer are in the bathroom, and the sound they make interfere with me trying to relax. (Ok, I am already pretty relaxed already, but still… Can’t be too relax, right?)
I am eating Genoa Salami considering kicking myself in the b*tt to be more productive…
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I think a lot of us can relate to this post right now. I know I can relate to it. The season really gets me down, but it’s more than that. I can’t pinpoint what it is though. I’ve also been noticing how many others seem to feel like they’re losing their minds or the world’s about to end. Linda Lee has always been there for me when I need her; I know I can’t do much but she needs big hugs and support from her WordPress friends right now, so that’s why I’m reblogging her post.
Since she’s allowing comments for this post, I’m disabling comments here.
I am not doing well. In fact, emotionally speaking, this is the worst I have been in a long time.
It’s embarrassing…. humiliating…. and humbling to admit this. I thought I was so much healthier than this! I had healed so much. I had learned, and grown, and blossomed, spreading my wings and flying so far…. all those happy, la la land metaphors.
My blog is about HEALING from PTSD, for heaven’s sake! I have a page posted at the top of my blog entitled “How to Heal PTSD,” which lists all the different therapeutic methods and self-help books that have helped me immeasurably. And I really, truly have come incredibly far from where I was when I was in my worst, most crazy-broken-shattered-insane condition.
My tablet wants to know if crazy-broken-shattered-insane needs to be added to the dictionary. Uhm….no.
You know what’s weird? You can’t tell by looking at…
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One more from JWB! How right Tim is!
I remember last Christmas, some Christians got their panties in a bunch over Starbucks cups not having Christmas decorations on them. They called this persecution. *Facepalm*
Oh noes! It’s a war on Christmas!
The cups have snowflakes on them this year. Nowhere in the Bible does Jesus even demand his birthday be celebrated (which isn’t his actual birthday anyway). Christmas wasn’t celebrated by the early Christians.
“The first recorded date of Christmas being celebrated on December 25th was in 336, during the time of the Roman Emperor Constantine (he was the first Christian Roman Emperor). A few years later, Pope Julius I officially declared that the birth of Jesus would be celebrated on the 25th December.”
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https://www.google.com/#q=when+was+christmas+first+celebratedSome Christians have even opted out of celebrating Christmas because of how commercialized and secular it’s become (and I’m not just referring to Jehovah’s Witnesses). It’s becoming an increasingly common thing.
It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around people getting all bent out of shape because some throwaway coffee cups don’t have
holidayoops — Christmas, decorations on them. What the heck do snowflakes have to do with the birth of Christ, anyway? There was no snow in Bethlehem or the desert around it. There certainly weren’t any reindeer or coniferous trees. Jesus wasn’t born in Scandinavia or Siberia (where you might expect to find those things), or even central Europe. My point? Snowflakes, reindeer, Santa Claus, Christmas trees — those are all purely secular. How is their absence on everyday objects proof of Christian persecution? You tell me.Silly things like coffee cups, or saying “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” are NOT persecution. How come 40 or 50 years ago, people could say “Seasons Greetings” or “Happy Holidays” and no one batted an eyelash? How come Jews don’t get all sulky even though most of us aren’t going around saying “Happy Chanukah” and there have never been little dreidels or Stars of David printed all over disposable coffee cups?
Thanksgiving is behind us and the Christmas season is now officially underway. Do you know any Christians who feel persecuted by others during this season?
Here is a simple chart you can share with them to determine whether or not they really are being persecuted. I got it from another blogger and this is the fourth year I have posted it.
I think the analysis still applies.
Jesus Without Baggage is one of my favorite blogs. Legalism is unnecessary and not even biblical. If you’re a Christian or would-be Christian who still has problems with the legalism and rigid dogma found in most Christian denominations (and might even be put off by Christianity because of that), please give JWB a follow!
Another great Christian blog I like to read is Grace For My Heart (I especially like Pastor Dave’s regular feature, Narcissism Fridays).
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It is less than two weeks until Christmas, and I am sure you are already deep into the Christmas spirit—doing all those busy things we do during this season leading up to the big day. Decorations are up and excitement is in the air. Perhaps you have already attended some parties for the season and met friends you haven’t seen in a while.
Joy and celebration are all around us: in the lights and decorations of our communities, towns, and cities; in the special shows on TV; in plays, musical presentations, and new movie releases; and in the background music that surrounds us everywhere we go.
We are all very busy during this important time. And as we come close to Christmas day, I want to share my five Christmas wishes for you.
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My Five Wishes for You
1. I wish for you to enjoy…
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This post has haunted me for months and I was thinking about it again today. Enter the inside of a malignant narcissist’s mind — a vast and bleak howling wilderness — if you dare. This is one of my favorite posts by HG Tudor, who is a brilliant and poetic writer.
Five reasons it cannot work
1. Nothing about the golden period is real
It feels like every day is summer doesn’t it? Warm and wonderful. No rain clouds anywhere, just a cornflower blue sky. Not a cloud to be had. Everything is fantastic. We do everything together. We match on every conceivable level. I like what you like. We laugh at the same things. We enjoy the same books and films. I know what you are about to say. We like to cook together, try new wines and explore interesting places. Whether it is forest or foam, city or village we both enjoy going to these places and do so together. We are soulmates. I do not want anyone but you. You have finally met the person that you have wanted all of your life. You still cannot believe how lucky you are to have found someone like me, someone…
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A very insightful and courageous post written by a woman who once identified only as a narcissistic abuse survivor with a case of “fleas” who later discovered she had NPD herself. She started a blog and is working hard to change and find real happiness.
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