sundaythoughts

It’s Sunday again, and I haven’t been to church for 20 years. Yet the memories are still vivid, the rhythm of the hymns, the cadence of the sermons, the weight of expectations. Sometimes it feels like a shadow that quietly follows me, a reminder of beliefs and pressures I had to carry for so long. Other times, it’s a strange kind of comfort, knowing how far I’ve come and how much I’ve unlearned. Sundays now are different, quieter, slower, and my own. But even after all these years, I still remember. #Religious Trauma #sundaythoughts #movingforward #healingjourney

Today's been a *real* struggle so this is the only photo I took today. I *did* get slobber cuddles off my neighbour's labradoodle Dexter.
This is my cat, Amitayus Caleb. He's 16½ and brother to the sadly departed but never forgotten, Tara Gethin.

My worst days are my strongest days. These days are a testimate to how I show up for myself and who I want to be in my most challenging moments. Who do you want to be when you face your challenges? #NeurologicalDisorder

#ChildhoodAbuse #childhoodtrama #Motivation #encouragement #sundaythoughts

It was good until I got home #sundaythoughts