Why I Wrote Suicide Fiction: Beauty and the Beast.

​ “BEAUTY and the BEAST” by Rivka Anonymous, written on the 30th of September 2013 in Earl Bales Park, Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I bought the perfect knife at the Army-Navy Surplus store. It was ten inches long and serrated on one side with giant teeth like an ancient shark. A big game knife… for butchering deer or elk. Wow, it was an impressive and ominous thing – scary just to look at – and sharp as the sting of my lover’s rebuke. Unfortunately, I had it laying on the kitchen counter when Jeff came over. It was irresistible to him. I (more…)

No Contact Exercise.

Once you get dumped by a narcissist, it is imperative that you stay away from them. One reason is that you must give your body time to complete the physical withdrawal from oxytocin. Another reason is that you must break the trauma bond. Yet another reason is self-preservation. If you are unable to stay away, the narcissist will destroy you – and I don’t mean figuratively. Staying away means No Contact: no face-to-face visits, no talking on the telephone, no emails sent by you, no text messages sent by you, and no stalking them on Facebook just to see what they (more…)

Dreams Do Come True: WordPress Meet-Ups.

Disclaimer: Dreams may come true, but sometimes only in part. Said dream fulfillment may at first appear greater than it truly is. Neither WordPress nor Meetup guarantees the complete fulfillment of any dream. Meetup is an app that allows any random person to form a club on any topic. There are meet-ups for role-playing games, yoga, Spanish speakers, and thousands of groups for singles who want to mingle. Ever since I started blogging a year ago, I have yearned for two things: to attend an official WordPress WordCamp and to join a WordPress meet-up. Well, my second wish came true via (more…)

How Important Is A Loving Home To Recovery From Trauma?

Since I moved in with my brother 22 days ago, I have begun to return to the best version of myself. This is happening for one reason and that is because he loves me. (As an extra, he doesn’t criticize me either.) In this loving environment, I immediately started to blossom and flourish. The best version of myself is the Rivka who is always working on a creative project… or two or three. Formerly, when I was under the guidance of my husband, Driftwood (or the evil influence of a narcissist), I would start a project like tiling the kitchen backsplash; (more…)

Admin. 28 Apr 2015.

In the last 3 days, I have completed 6 posts. It’s just too many to upload at once and I’m afraid that I won’t get any hits if I flood the blog in one day. So I’m going to try scheduling them in 1-day intervals. That still seems too close together to me, but I am too impatient to hold off longer than 1 day. I get such a buzz when I can upload a post. Because the buzz is so good, I often look back at what I publicly posted for all the world to read and I wonder why I have (more…)

Yeah Me!

Smells like Pine-Sol, so clean. Please share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... (more…)

Poem: A Cat Has 9 Lives.

  A Cat Has 9 Lives.   First I was my mother’s daughter Then I was my own woman Then I was my husband’s wife Then I was a divorcee Then I was a career woman Then I was a daughter of Israel Finding God; feeling, hearing, and knowing Love. . →{insert bad man} For a moment, i was lost . But today I stand tall on a path Facing a red/yellow sunRISE and rolling green hills Don’t look back, daughter, the best is yet ahead   ©18mitzvot, 24Apr2015.   (P.S. In my head, I have this storyboarded to be a (more…)