Today I am 48, and I no longer feel like I am becoming someone new so much as returning to myself. This is a reflection on memory, identity, and the many versions of who we become before we learn how to come home again.
Tag: self-compassion
When the Heart Feels Numb
I’ve been wondering lately: is it possible to want to date, to want to feel something, and yet… just not? Is it possible that, like a burn injury, our emotional wounds can leave us numb for a while? That thought keeps crossing my mind every time I go on a date, searching for connection, only… Continue reading When the Heart Feels Numb