A few years ago, my young son fell and cut his knee, and we ended up at the emergency room where he got some stitches. His wound was raw at first, and needed to be kept clean and dry. It was red and puffy and swollen, and as he described it, “thumping.”
For some reason, this is the comparison that comes to mind when I think about how I’m feeling in the first days following my recent long term relationship breakup. It’s fresh. It just happened. It’s raw. It’s trauma. It’s sensitive. …
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After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, ‘No hablo ingles.’ – Ronnie Shakes
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