Author Archives: Lissa

The HS Well

I am a middle-aged, childless, divorced woman. I have choices. I can become a crazy cat lady. I can be a bitter old scary witch-woman. I can spend my days swiping and getting dick pics. I can go on awkward … Continue reading

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Revolt

A week ago I was on the beach attending a retreat. It was the end of a week of yoga, meditation, walking, healthy food, massages, working out, bare feet, sharing, honesty, acceptance, sleep, tequila, playing in the waves, and being … Continue reading

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Want

This started out as a note to an individual person. But then I realized it wasn’t just about us, it’s about all my relationships and life in general. I’m at a place where (although sometimes I momentarily forget) I am … Continue reading

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Reset

When I moved a few years ago, it was a pushing of the reset button. And not some random will I end up among the dinosaurs or stars unknown reset. It was to a specific time and place for specific needs … Continue reading

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Life

My life just ain’t workin’ for me. So, it’s time for a change. But the thing is, this life that isn’t what I want it to be is the result of a change. I know what I want, just not … Continue reading

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Hindsight

Hindsight is a bitch. It pretends to be a friend, knowledgeable and understanding. But it’s really worse than Regina George. Making you feel stupid and foolish. It’s supposed to help you learn, make better choices in the future. But for … Continue reading

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Comfortable

In my life I have only felt completely comfortable with two people: my father and my ex-husband. People scare me. The first panic attack I remember was in my kindergarten classroom. My mother has so many of stories of my … Continue reading

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Hope

When my ex and I lived together I always had at least 45 good minutes a day. From 5:30 to 6:15 weekday evenings. No matter what came before nor happened after, those were content moments, sometimes the best of the … Continue reading

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Process

I need to process things (psychologically speaking, it’s not like I make American cheese). “Hang on, let me process that.” The preceding sentence has come out of my mouth, often, and not as a joke. I need to think, feel, … Continue reading

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Feels

I feel all the feels. I used to apologize to others and degrade myself for this. I thought it was a flaw. Um, wrong. So wrong. Yes, I hurt tons, but I forgive just as much. I experience deep sadness…and … Continue reading

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