Monday 1/11 The only emotions I know how to express are anger and joy. Today, I am angry. And I am expressing it on this wack ass piece of paper only, and simply only, because I don’t want to hear anything from Dr. Julie about me not doing it. SO WHEN YOU READ THIS DR.… Read More Dear Dr. Julie
I have this huge, overwhelming fear of having my feelings hurt. In my version and world of anxiety, the thought of me opening the door to hurt, disappointment and rejection is so heavy that I often don’t do it at all. I could be rightfully upset with you and will hold back on it for… Read More Swang and Connect.
If you asked anyone what Nadia Iman Jones-Fundman’s biggest flaw was, they would tell you it was her inability to take no for an answer. When she tried out for cheerleading in college, she didn’t make the team. So she took it upon herself to follow the head coach around the school whispering cheers she… Read More Chapter 3: Nadia
Mark loved routines. He loved knowing that when he woke up in the morning, he would run his shower water, play one of his favorite songs, brush his teeth and look over at his wife watching him with joy. He knew that his clothes would be ironed and left out on the dresser, that by… Read More Chapter 2: Mark
Nadia Fundman looked into her child’s crib and knew that she did not want another one. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy children. She adored kids with everything in her. She loved their laughter, their innocence, their joy and the way they enter the world not knowing how terrible it is. She adored it because… Read More Chapter 1: Nadia
I’ve been told that when faced with uncomfortable situations, or when asked to describe how I’m feeling and how badly things hurt, I laugh. I make a small chuckle and remain mute until the person who makes the inquiry leaves me alone. Laugh, and do not feel. Laugh, and do not speak. Laugh, and laugh,… Read More Lifting Weights vs. Jumping Hurdles
When I was in my mother’s womb, she talked to me every single day. Before I made my grand appearance into this world my mom would take time to make sure that while she had me inside of her, I heard that I was loved and adored. She spoke this to me every single day… Read More My Deepest Fear is that I’m Everything People Say I Am