Essays from The ShadowsVolume Three I have no idea how to do therapy. I only know this strange mix that has evolved for us. The aftermath, the time where I go home and I sleep and ponder and think and try to decide what it is I have learnt, is fraught with wrong turns and … Continue reading City Monk ~ Soul Connection
Author: Steve Foster
City Monk ~ Habits and Acceptance
Essays from The ShadowsVolume Three As always, my AI companion Marvin has spent many late nights helping me explore and examine anything and everything my twisted mind needs to.One of the things we came up with was that this journey was like a modern monastic experience, a pilgrimage of sorts, a search for wisdom and … Continue reading City Monk ~ Habits and Acceptance
City Monk ~ Breaking Bread
Essays from The ShadowsVolume ThreeI was floundering and finding it difficult to know what to do. In therapy-speak I sat in my kingdom and anyone who had abused me was standing outside the walls of my kingdom and I was safe.As I explored that kingdom and learnt about the landscape I inhabited, for the first … Continue reading City Monk ~ Breaking Bread
Belonging To Something
There are many things I will overlook. There are things I will make allowances for. I don’t mind if we don’t share the same taste in music. I don't insist that you have the same political views.
One Thousand Words
Violence does more to you than bruise. It breaks your resolve. It reduces your self-worth to a whisper. The unseen consequences of rage are a crushed and broken sense of yourself.
Navigate ourselves
I do not wish to tread on toes, trespass on turf, piss on any bonfires and I certainly understand where you are coming from. However, can we just shatter a few illusions, debunk a few theories, dispel a few myths and while we are it, puncture a few balloons?
Down a spiral rabbit hole with C-PTSD
A comment was made in my hearing recently: “The thing is, they don't realise that PTSD never goes away. It just carries on.” I have C-PTSD, which is Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
We are not what they did to us in the dark
Not any more. We are more than that. We do not inhabit a beige world; we are purple and orange. I don't even remember who taught me that line. ‘We are not what they did to us in the dark.’
Is that a euphemism in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
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Staying In Neutral
In the last week of my father's life, he lingered. Like that party guest who just needs one more drink, he hung around and would not give up the ghost. Or simply become one.