Trauma
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Nobody with No-body.
Loving myself, meant loving my body. All of it. For 40 years I felt one form of body shame or another. My innocent nakedness was shamed early by my mother. Her favourite story to tell on every occasion, even to… Continue reading
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Breakfast with my Shadow.
Men Fawn Too. (Extra Travel Bonus Piece) I wasnt alone for my breakfast this morning. When I woke up the voice was still inside my head. I got up, showered and then went down to the lobby for breakfast. Im… Continue reading
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Eat, Train, Love (Part 2)
Unexpected Cologne, heaviness of Hamburg. Im writing this at the beginning of my day 3, sitting in the lobby area of the delightful hostel I’m in just next to Hamburg dbf railway station. My first hostel experience, and they have… Continue reading
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Trauma and the Fragility of Dreams.
Its the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting (Paulo Coelho) ‘Whats the dream?’ once asked my university tutor, over eight years ago. It was a question I meekly answered, along the lines of ‘to be… Continue reading
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You Can’t force your Jigsaw (But do open the box)
Each of us has bits of us that we dont really like. Theres the bits of us that got damaged by our parents or family when we grew up, whether this was abuse, neglect, abandonment, the choices of our parents… Continue reading
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The Lie we’re conditioned to believe.
A piece on the effect of feeling conditionally ok. Continue reading
James Ballantyne 