Tag Archives: childhood memories
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
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
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.