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C. M. Sangalis

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Big Anxiety; Small Victory

I found a small spider creeping on my neck last night after we put Augustine to bed. I was drinking my allotted drop of wine with a generous side of raspberry sorbet, trying to relax. The toddler is in a... 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 →

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 →

Where the light goes.

On Monday I was ok. And I got a text that was ok. "I am searching inpatient centers for depression. Don't tell. I'm falling apart. It feels awful. All of it." These texts come and go in my life. I think I... Continue Reading →

Endings

I have never known an ending. Not truly. Who knows what the Lord can do? Pauses and breaks, yes. Most certainly. Maybe even what feels like a dropped story line of a relationship or two, or a lost dream. But... Continue Reading →

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