On being highly sensitive and depressed

and finding my way to the ancestors.

I was born with my heart in my hands. It beats for all to see, vulnerable and on display. I have few memories of my infancy and childhood. I experienced the world raw. My heart sensed everything…

In my head

You could say that I’m in my head a lot.

Sometimes I lie in bed and think about all the things I could/should/want to do. In great detail. In so much detail that I get caught up doing them in my head and don’t get up, for a really long time. Before kids it could take me hours to get…

Labels

the box I just can’t check.

Humans can get quite obsessive when it comes to identifying and labeling. From plants to post its, to aspects of identity and morality, we want to KNOW what something is. And I get that because when you have a name for something you can check…