Divorce is something no one wishes for or imagines. Standing in white that day, looking at your husband at the altar, or watching your wife walk down the aisle, you assume that this is it, for life.
But unfortunately, not everyone is destined for that “happily ever after”. 4 1/2 years to the day in my own marriage, I made a literal run for it, packing a U-haul and fleeing to an undisclosed location.
10 months later, I was able to start breathing again, and look at what I’d been through. …
Norway’s Women’s Hand Ball team made history at the 2021 Tokyo Olympics by taking a stand against their overly-sexualized, skimpy uniforms, choosing instead to wear shorts (in a very similar style to the men’s team).
Their refusal sparked controversy and roars of agreement from around the world, resulting in them being fined by the Olympic Games Commission.
While a protest of this sort is long overdue, many are surprised that stalwart and neutral Norway is leading the charge, which led me to wonder what else has Norway taken a significant stand for, or against, in their history?
Norway was conquered…
We shake our head and wonder why she won’t change. We blame her for her decision. We regale her to our personal list of “others” who are unfortunate, but oh so very different from us.
What is it about this narrative that sticks? What is it that we love? Does it make it easier for us to sleep at night? To avoid the pain that comes from intimate partner abuse? Does it give us some type of peace? A promise that we won’t share the same fate as so many other women in this world?
Or does it give us…
I haven’t been separated from my spouse long, but I am quickly seeing how impossible it is to truly leave a marriage behind. To immediately and seamlessly cut the ties that made the two of you one.
My life, my being, my very soul, it seems, was intertwined with his, and it’s breaking leads only to entanglement.
I think of the way he did things, his opinions, see the places we visited together, or think of the future I once dreamed of. …
In pleasure, in pain, for protection.
For the bearing of life.
Skin surrounds us, wrapping us as we morph.
Our bodies know what we need and when. When to swell and when to shrink, when they are safe or when they are in danger.
My body doesn’t hate me.
So why should I hate it?
I’ve always been a bit overweight. A little paunch around the stomach that, with the freedom and stress of college, began to grow.
Still I felt beautiful, confident, alive.
But then depression hit.
For two long years I wallowed in darkness.
For years I’ve desired to launch a blog that provides value and helps people solve their problems.
I bought domain names like most women buy shoes at a BOGO sale, but nothing ever came from them. I never got around to writing the content, afraid to start and intimidated by the formatting.
But this made no sense.
When I first thought of a blog launch (in the career sense at least), I had just graduated top of my class with a degree in Interdisciplinary studies with a dual focus in Linguistics and Writing. …
You’ve heard it all before — the aches and pains, the numbness, apathy. Ceasing to enjoy what you once loved. Despair, sadness. Thoughts of suicide.
These have become the normal talking points surrounding depression, and, more easy to discuss with safe and empathetic listeners.
But there’s one symptom that isn’t. At least not yet. And I had no idea that it was related to my depression, and not just my own laziness or forgetfulness, until my psychiatrist directly asked me about it:
“How are your personal hygiene routines?”
Shane and fear welled up inside me as I replied,
1 million people. That is the lower end of estimates of how many Armenians were killed in the forced marches and death squad ambushes in modern day Turkey. The reality of a people being persecuted and almost wiped out through violence is, unfortunately, not new to our troubled world. But what makes this story unique is the Turkish government’s continued denial that its acts against the Armenians should be labeled as genocide. …
Ken Burns has directed and produced several acclaimed historical documentaries. No project was as large, however, as The Vietnam War, an 18-hour, 10-part film series originally aired on PBS. Burns and Novick expertly weaved through twenty plus years of narrative, beginning with French Colonization and the French Indochina War and ending with the fall of Saigon. Their story was enhanced and guided by 79 personal interviews with people from both North and South Vietnam, the U.S. military, intelligence officers, anti-war protestors, and journalists. What followed was a comprehensive history presented with a resounding hope that future generations would learn from…
When I finally emerged from depression and health issues that had plagued me for over a year, I was, more than anything, ready for life to be normal again.
I wanted to be productive, adventurous, loving, available, to renew the time I lost in a solopsistic existence of focusing on surviving, living on the couch, and always wondering which plans I’d be forced to cancel next.
But that isn’t really possible. Or realistic.
Being depressed is like being trapped on the gloomiest of merry-go-rounds and then shot out onto the ground.
The territory is familiar, but not the same.
Strategic problem solver, entrepreneur, ENTP and 7w8. Survivor of an abusive marriage. Unrelenting advocate, and striving always to choose courage over comfort.