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I CAN’T TELL YOU
At my last hypnotherapy session, I opened up to talk about the guilt I’ve carried for many years over disappointing my mother because I wasn’t an observant Jew like she was. Continue reading
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I LOOK AT THE CLOUDS
I often look up into the sky and imagine my father is watching me from the clouds. Lately, I look there and am saddened by my cloudy vision. Blurred is probably a more accurate description. I’ve decided it is time for me to write an update regarding my vision. In May, I had new glasses made and could not see out of them very well. I brought them back to the optometrist and it was determined that within one month, my eyes had changed. I had a lot of tests done and it was determined that my visual problem is most likely due to cataracts. Continue reading
I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG
The post title, “I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG,” refers to the fact that I was always the “good girl.” I was used to being told that everything was clearly either right or wrong. I never wanted to disappoint my parents, and I have had a lot of difficulty allowing myself to see things differently than them.
My father has a severe hoarding problem. Honestly, it’s very severe. It has been one of my mother’s greatest aggravations. I am, on the other hand, very organized and can throw things away.
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