When I started this blog I was pregnant and I had no clue! Contrary to what I though, or what people seem to do, writing about it wasn’t an option for me. I tried, I tried for over 3 months to write, but every time I wanted to post, I just felt it wasn’t right. … More Pregnant out of curiosity
A couple of days ago I was checking old pictures and I found pages and pages of writing from my adolescent years. It was quite scary how I could manage to write about my feeling in such an abstract way, to the point they were not really personal thoughts. I hid real emotions behind metaphors … More Words from a previous life.
Hace un par de días estuve revisando viejas fotos y encontré paginas y páginas de escritos de mi adolescencia. Fue bastante difícil ver como pude escribir sobre mis sentimientos de forma tan abstracta que dejaron de parecer pensamientos personales. Escondí mis emociones detrás de metáforas y símiles. Creo que el ejercicio fue útil, me permitió … More Palabras del pasado.
Today I started my first blog and I don’t know where I am going with it. For the past two weeks I have been ill with bronchitis, nothing serious, but the sick leave has given me too much time to think. I started reading about emotional causes of illnesses and I found that many believe … More Purpose.
First confessions in a nutshell – https://catharsis.blog/2016/12/27/first-confession-unedited/: Acknowledge that ‘the other’ exists and has significant emotions and complex problems. Recognise how interactions with ‘the other’ can bring about solutions and changes that could not exist without collaboration. Be there for someone, truly be there. Acknowledge what causes you pain and believe that you can change … More Change is possible. First confession edited.
Once up on a time too long ago, during a very difficult moment, I wrote a sentence that stuck with me for a while: today I woke up knowing less and suffering more. Every morning, during quite a few years, I genuinely felt that. I felt the pain of being alive, the pain of not … More First Confession. Unedited.
Fui criada para pensar que los hombres son infieles por naturaleza y eso es lo que veo en el mundo. Cada vez que un hombre coquetea o es infiel, pienso, ahí está la prueba contundente de lo que me enseñaron. Además de esto fui educada para creer que la infidelidad de los hombres es algo … More Desconfianza. Sin editar.