Every morning, I’d get off the bus with a sense of dread in my 12-year-old heart. I’d zone out as I lifted my feet to navigate two floors of marble stairs. Once I visited my locker and shuffled to my homeroom, I’d sag into my chair, waiting. And Brad Drew would come. He’d kick me… Continue reading Dealing With the Fuckery of Bullies
An angry woman is a grieving woman. A running away, shut-down woman is a grieving woman. A scattered woman is a grieving woman. A needy woman, a hurt woman, a drinking-too-much woman, is a grieving woman. A woman who runs away from her life is a grieving woman. A woman who travels, who leaves her… Continue reading A Grieving Woman
Here we go being born again and again and again. Isn’t that inner work…the art of transformation? I was dating this guy and broke up with him once. He checked out after we had sex. Checked out as in, not a text, a loooonnnnnggg ass time before our next date, and absolute withdrawal. He apologized… Continue reading Merry Bitchmas, Happy New Bitch
My ex wrote a list at the end of our marriage, a list of conditions for staying married to him. In order to stay married to him, I had to comply with “100 percent” of the list. When I told him I would, he contemptuously told me that wasn’t good enough. As I’m in a creative… Continue reading The List
There is a psychological term called “perspecticide” It’s defined as “the abuse-related incapacity to know what you know.” If you grew up in a home filled with shame and abuse, criticism and judgment, your perspective is going to be something you have to work hard to shape and find. Most of my healing work has… Continue reading From Betrayed to Bitch
What the hell is a “Psycholobitch”?, you might ask. Our mission is about becoming strong and not letting our experiences define us as victims. We have been through some major shit in our lives, shit that left us breathless, totally fucked, and saying, “what the hell???” through our tears and pain. It is a play… Continue reading Huh? Why Psycholobitch?