Nana Gives Birth to Post-Covid Love Child
Lockdown outed my shadow and helped me rescue my inner-child
I’m on the mend.
It’s August 2022 and after two PLUS years of thinking I could outrun life on life’s terms, I’m beat.
It’s high time to face the boogeymen working in and outside of my subconscious and waking life and learn to accept them for what and who they really are.
Survival skills.
How a cruel and distorted worldview adopted as a child could shape, reflect, and influence every decision and choice I’ve made throughout my complicated childhood and chaotic adult life seemed… well, lame.
At best.
Guess it takes what it takes.
And for that, I’m [mostly] grateful.
Q: What was the first time you can remember codependent events happening in your life?
a: i needed a drink in kindergarten.
we were singing our “abc’s”, no, “itsy-bitsy spider”, no wait… it was imma little teapot! while the teacher played piano.
we were a gaggle of wee ones sitting cross-legged around the piano bench nestled like puppies or kittens depending.
