Category: JENNA’S JOURNALS

Protected: By Request: The Tie Tutorial

Jenna August 28, 2023 No Comments

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Protected: Tied Up: A Short

Jenna August 18, 2023 No Comments

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Self-Imposed Isolation

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I’ve spent these last few years in a sort of self-imposed isolation. In the beginning it was because I hated the world. I hated how I was being treated. I

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Silently Struggling

Jenna July 30, 2023 No Comments

I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I can no longer remember my dad walking. I know he did, because there are pictures. But I can’t actually remember

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Anger Becomes Her

Jenna November 29, 2021 No Comments

I have been suppressing my emotions for as long as I can remember. I never felt quite safe enough to feel them, and my lizard brain still wants to tell

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This Is Your Family

Jenna November 7, 2021 1 Comment

People have said this to me my whole life, like that is supposed to mean that I have to comply or even care. They say it in a way that

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37 Lessons Learned

Jenna October 19, 2021 No Comments

Lemony Snicket had a series of unfortunate events. Me? I had a myriad of fuck-ups, many moments of either falling on my ass or showing it. This seems to be

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We’re All Mad Here

Jenna October 6, 2021 1 Comment

In the late 18th and early 19th centuries hat-makers would routinely use mercury nitrate during production, and exposure to this metal over time caused these tradesmen to go slightly insane.

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Four Other F-Words

Jenna September 28, 2021 2 Comments

One thing I learned very early on in my therapy/wellness journey, or whatever we are calling it these days, is that when I get super anxious my body switches over

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Punctuation

Jenna September 24, 2021 No Comments

I have a love / hate relationship with semicolons. I want to get one tattooed on my body, and I refuse to write with them. I won’t use them in

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