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C. M. Sangalis

Bad haircuts cure depression

When you're depressed, get a bad haircut. Don't try and get a haircut to cure your depression. Don't bring in photos of when you loved your hair and lived in your favorite city ever and try to recreate that magic.... Continue Reading →

Lost in our new house 

The phrase "new home" sits so poorly with me. Maybe I shouldn't complain. But "home" is supposed to be familiar, cozy, safe: not new, unfamiliar, and dangerous (have I told you about the brown recluse spiders that keep nesting in my... Continue Reading →

I’m leaving next week. 

Hey New York. I see you in your glory. It's 75' and sunny today. Probably the only true spring day you'll allow this year. The breeze is gentle and the sun is warm. And all the sun-starved souls you hold... Continue Reading →

2017 is out of its mind. 

Whatever the rest of 2017 holds, it's already started off with more than a few hiccups for us. These past four months have been nuts. Let me try to recap.  Augustine and I had two cancelled flights in a blizzard... Continue Reading →

A moment of PTSD

There is always that first good day, after a couple weeks in the darkest of places when the mental clouds lift just enough for me to see how wonderful my life is. My lovely little life. And I cry because... Continue Reading →

The lonely night. 

I don't know why I'm still awake. I only napped for half an hour and that was, now, 12 hours ago. My body doesn't transition well between sleep and awake. I'm notorious for not being a morning person. The things... Continue Reading →

Grief and Joy make a strong Christmas

The holidays are my favorite time of year; but also one of my hardest. The bustle, busyiness, financial stress, and expectations are often compounded by the Ghosts of Caitie's Christmas past. I'm in my parents deeptub during the baby's afternoon... Continue Reading →

Sexual Abuse and this post-election world

I'd be lying if I said that I was overwhelmed at the 1500 people who read my blog about what it was like to experience Trump's election as a sexual abuse survivor. (Ok, it'd only be a half lie because... Continue Reading →

Trump’s election from the perspective of a sexual abuse survivor. 

It's been a week since the election, and most everyone has said their words. Hate crimes and bullying rhetoric fill the news, but love is also rising. Strong love, disciplined love, intentional love. Common practices are entering the public square... Continue Reading →

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