Harper in training

I haven't posted here for a god-awful long time, have I? Geeez.

So...updatey things, I guess.

1. Liam is in 8th grade, he is 14 years old and he is now taller than me by 3 inches at least. How did that happen? I dunno!

2. I am still in therapy, which is actually a really good thing. It's been helping me sooo much.

3. Still Pagan. 1st Degree Wiccan now. Still happy with it.

4. Family shit...is still actually kind of shitty! at least on my side. on hubster's side? Doing really well, so there's that. My brother isn't really talking to me. We sometimes nudge each other on facebook. But that's about it.

5. Personally, for me, life has never been better. I'm happy and generally stable, I've started coming out of a years-long stint of anxiety. Family life for US is very happy and peaceful. Liam is enjoying my husbands and my spiritual journey and seems to really connect with the ritual.

This weekend, I got a really disturbing memory scratched to the surface and I'm really sort of weirded out about it: I wrote this on my tumblr today:

( I can't wait for Therapy )

But anyway, that's about it. Life is weird but decent. Feeling more like Me than I ever have. :D

So shit happened on Sunday that I really don’t want to discuss. I wasn’t involved except that my husband and brother were involved and pretty much…said some horrible things and hubby is pretty upset, and I’m pretty upset.

It brought some issues to the front that we usually don’t deal with, and the upshot of all of this is that we’re each going to start therapy in the next couple of weeks. I still have to call—I’m scared. But I’m more scared not to do it. I’ve known that I need to do this for a long time, several years, but I’ve been fighting it because My Family is From New England and We Ignore Shit till it’s too late. We are Stoic New Englanders (insert stereotype here). I have trouble asking for help and hate to admit weakness.

I’m tired of fighting my need for this. I’m tired of trying to do it on my own. I thought I had this conquered but nope. Going to try and unravel the crapola that has run through my life is going to be difficult…I hope it’ll be worth it.