I have a couple of essays that I’ve been working on, mulling over, still reading research for. I’ll try to finish them up and send them on their way into the world soon. But this week my energy continues to be drained by events of the past that I’ve been wrestling with for two years—well, longer if you count the time I spent in the toxic hell of a workplace I was in for five years before that. And in the sense of being honest and vulnerable, it’s taking up a lot of headspace this week, as I reached out to former colleagues about their experiences, sharing stories. And so—I needed to write about it. About truth-telling, about the limits we impose on others to do so, and why it’s so damn hard. It’s doubtless not one of my most polished pieces of writing, so thanks for your patience with the rougher edges.
Thoughtful exploration of such a powerful topic we all have been in over the years or have seen happening. thank you for the research into words. Amazing just how tangled the origin of words happens over time and manipulation.
Alchemy yes
What a nightmare situation. Speaking out against it is the right thing to do.
Thoughtful exploration of such a powerful topic we all have been in over the years or have seen happening. thank you for the research into words. Amazing just how tangled the origin of words happens over time and manipulation.