Lesbian log twenty-six-ten-twenty-one What’s your why? I once filled my days with people and experiences. My life was like an ion surrounded by protons and electrons whirling around me. My family made up my molecular whole. Outside of that, I had friends, acquaintances, jobs, hobbies, curious pursuits…an entire universe tailored to the life I’d created …
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Questions
Lesbian log zero-seven-ten-twenty-one There are so many questions on this path, and it’s hard moving forward when you question every decision before and after you make it, and while you’re making it. Did I make the right choice? Is this the right path forward? Will I ever be happy? Will I make it through this? …
And so it begins….Episode Two
originally published in The Globe and Mail March 29, 2021 “I think I’m gay.” The words came barreling out like a runaway train careening toward an unfinished bridge ahead, warning lights flashing, signs pleading to stop or turn back. But there was no turning back. I sat across from my husband of almost 30 years, …
Numbness
Lesbian log twenty-nine-zero-six-twenty-one The thing I miss the most about chronic depression is the numbness. I excelled at tamping things down so deep that I was barely cognizant of the dissonance. The rumble of discontentment was more like a fly hovering around a wine glass, and I effortlessly shooed it out of mind. This talent …
Vortex
Lesbian log twenty-one-zero-six-twenty-one Hello, darkness, my old friend. It’s been awhile since I’ve written on the blog. Weeks of trying to put one foot in front of the other, one breath at a time. Summer has greeted me with its warmth, its sunshine and promise of brighter days. Vibrant and resplendent greens spread before me, …
Perspective is Everything
Lesbian log zero-three-zero-three-twenty-one Nothing has changed this week. I still know my time with my kids is dwindling down—like watching the last streams of sand empty from the hour glass—but over the last few days, I’ve tried hard to look at my experience from a place of abundance and stop dwelling in a space of …
A Month In
Lesbian log thirteen-zero-two-twenty-one It’s been one month since I officially started my new life. For the first time, ever, I made my way on my own gumption, blood, sweat and tears. I moved into a new home, alone, on my own, arranged my own finances, qualified for my own credit cards and loans (which wasn’t …