Some medications make life bearable. Others have side effects that make it worse.
Welcome to my Nutella nightmare…
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t feel, deep down, that I was worthless.
As a child, I strove to be perfect enough for my parents and teachers. Later, I worked to earn the love and approval of men.
We all have stories we tell ourselves — thoughts so deep we must mine our lives to discover their source. One of my own thoughts stayed lost until August 2, 2015 when my cat Milo accidentally attacked my face and I looked down to see blood on my hands and arms.
Hello lovely people!
In April 2009, I started a personal blog called Growing Up Jenny to chronicle my progress in re-parenting, aka “growing myself up”, a journey I wrote about on and off until 2013.
Much has changed since I last wrote a post. I’ve been struggling to resurrect this blog for years now, and am excited to finally be re-connecting!
I’ve moved 21 times in the past 15 years — never more than two hours away from the town where I was born.
I hate everything about moving. Each time I swear will be the last. But for me, moving has always been dependent on other people.