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Ocean Vuong, from “Woodworking at the End of the World”, Time Is a Mother
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“It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.”
— Myra McEntire, Hourglass
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rimofwell · 1 month
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Mark Wolynn, It Didn’t Start with You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle
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'Morning Sea at Shiribeshi'. Hasui Kawase.
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rimofwell · 2 months
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Stephen Levine, a Buddhist teacher, says that hell is wanting to be somewhere different from where you are. Being one place and wanting to be somewhere else. Being constantly agitated--another word for nonaccepting--about the inevitable. Being in a relationship withs someone and refusing to surrender to the love because you don't want to give yourself to something you will eventually lose. That's called living in hell: refusing to love because you want the endgame to be different than it is. Wanting life to be different from what it is. That's also called leaving without leaving. Dying before you die. It's as if there is a part of you that so rails against being shattered by love that you shatter yourself first.
Geneen Roth, Women, Food, and God
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rimofwell · 2 months
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The path from obsession to feelings to presence is not about healing our “wounded children” or feeling every bit of rage or grief we never felt so that we can be successful, thin, and happy. We are not trying to put ourselves together. We are taking who we think we are apart. We feel the feelings not so that we can blame our parents for not saying, “Oh darling,” not so that we can hit pillows and express our anger to everyone we’ve never confronted, but because unmet feelings obscure our ability to know ourselves. As long as we take ourselves to be the child who was hurt by an unconscious parent, we will never grow up. We will never know who we actually are. We will keep looking for the parent who never showed up and forget to see that the one who is looking is no longer a child.
Geneen Roth, Women, Food, and God
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rimofwell · 2 months
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“To give in on a point without losing oneself; to hold on to one’s own view without shutting out the other person’s experience entirely; to hold rigorously to what one believes, beyond doubt without undue aggression and devaluation, are the interpersonal avenues of such ego repair.”
Treating the Adult Survivor of Childhood Sexual Abuse: A Psychoanalytic Perspective
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Treating the Adult Survivor of Childhood Sexual Abuse: A Psychoanalytic Perspective
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rimofwell · 6 months
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We teach what we most need to learn—and sometimes give what we most need to receive. It was impossible to study addiction without observing myself closely, and I can say truthfully that I have learned much through this exercise. No matter how hard I try, I have found that I may never fully defeat my addiction-prone tendencies. And I've also learned that this is all right. Triumph and defeat: these are still metaphors of war. If, as the research shows, addictions arise near our emotional core, to defeat them we would have to wage a war against ourselves. And a war against parts of the self—even against nonadaptive, dysfunctional parts, can lead only to inner discord and more distress.
Gabor Maté, In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts
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rimofwell · 6 months
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Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Wood
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rimofwell · 6 months
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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
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rimofwell · 6 months
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10 months, 46,225 stitches later it’s finally finished! Pattern from tapestry market by melichad
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rimofwell · 6 months
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Mary Oliver, from “Mornings at Blackwater”, Red Bird
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rimofwell · 6 months
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finally made a new more private tumblr since i think it would be good to post / reflect / keep track of my life in a more cohesive way rather than through random instagram stories or live-texting my friends lmao
i've been disinclined to post on here since 1) i haven't wanted to think about literally anything that's going on and 2) SOMEONE was Mean to me, and i decided that i do not need Haters reading about my life since they do not deserve to be exposed my amazing, brilliant, profound, moving, life-altering insights (@ person who said I was full of myself: hello, yes)
i love to be petty, ANYWAY, if i know you / we've interacted / are ~mutuals~ (do people still say that?) you can message me and i'll share the link
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rimofwell · 7 months
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Janina Fisher, Healing the Fragmented Selves of Trauma Survivors
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rimofwell · 7 months
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Janina Fisher, Healing the Fragmented Selves of Trauma Survivors
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