Tag: love
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When Death Scares Me More Than I’m Willing to Admit
I don’t talk about this often, because it feels uncomfortable to say out loud, especially as a Muslim, but the concept of death terrifies me. Not in a casual, abstract way. In a deep, chest-tightening, spiral-inducing way. And I know what people expect me to say. I know the theology. I know about the Akhirah,…
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Abuse Isn’t About the Woman
I’m writing this because I’m angry… Recently, my stepdaughter admitted something awful that her mother said about me: that because I was abused in a previous relationship, I must be the type of woman (quiet and subservient) who tolerates abuse because I choose to stay with her ex husband that she claims has been abusing her…
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Abuse Isn’t About the Woman
I’m writing this because I’m angry… Recently, my stepdaughter admitted something awful that her mother said about me: that because I was abused in a previous relationship, I must be the type of woman (quiet and subservient) who tolerates abuse because I choose to stay with her ex husband that she claims has been abusing her…
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The Hardest Truth Therapy Made Me Face Today
I just walked out of therapy and I feel very unsettled right now. The entire session came down to one thing I really didn’t want to accept. Some people will hurt you and they genuinely do not care. They don’t sit with it. They don’t feel the weight. They don’t lose sleep. They don’t replay the…
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When a “Best Friend” Doesn’t Feel Safe
I’ve had a lot of girlfriends and best friends in my lifetime, but none of them fit into this category, except her. I recently cut off one of my longtime best friends, and even though it had to be done, I still feel terrible because we had known each other for a long time, long…
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Honestly, Vanessa 