One thing I take so much pride in as a bisexual human being is my capacity to keep an open mind. I am quite hard on myself as a result of cptsd (complex post-traumatic stress disorder) but one thing I love about myself is how flexible I can be in life. That’s part of what I call my “true self”. That part of me that can remain soft, tender, curious, and gentle with myself when I fuck up. Full disclosure though, uncovering more of this true self is the personal work I’m so passionate about.
When you experience trauma at a young age and don’t have help resolving it (which, let’s face it, most of our parents had no clue about this stuff), part of you can get stuck there. On a cellular level. Your body remembers those intense, overwhelming feelings it experienced, long after the mind “forgets”.
But it’s incredibly fucking hard to even get to a point where you have the safety, self awareness & capacity to shine a light on every part of yourself, get curious about why you are the way you are, and then take action to finally give yourself what you deserve. And for me, that’s knowing who I truly am, who I have always been before those parts adapted to what I needed to survive the chaos.
The Bisexual Housewife 
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