Christina K. Pierce
Bio
Single mama of two living in Boston's Back Bay.
Mindful AF ♋
Seeker of butterflies 🦋
Acknowledger of synchronicities ♾
Manifester 🧘♀️
High viber 💓
Craft beer drinker 🍻
www.mindfulAFmama.com
IG: @SingleMamaMagic
Stories (7/0)
Living on the fucking border(line).
Now I am not talking about upstate New York. Or down south in El Paso, Texas. I am talking about a personality disorder so confusing, even the title leaves many people confused. Borderline. Teetering on the edge of something. Almost there. Well yes, but in actuality, quite the opposite. The term “borderline” was first introduced in the United States in 1938. It was a term used by early psychiatrists to describe people who were thought to have a tendency to regress into “borderline schizophrenia” in certain situations. At the time, people with neurosis were believed to be treatable, whereas people with psychoses were deemed untreatable. These patients were especially confusing. They didn’t quite fit into the the category of neurotic personality. Or psychotic. Ultimately, where these patients inhabited is somewhere in purgatory – no man’s land if you will. Somewhere on the borderline between neurosis and psychosis.
By Christina K. Pierce3 years ago in Psyche
Smelling fucking gas
It was 2020 when I first delved into the textbook meaning of the term “gaslighting.” The term has had a resurgence throughout Trump’s four years in office, creating a pop culture reference along the same lines as “fake news” so much so Anderson Cooper even created a special entitled “We will leave the gaslights on for you” about dishonesty amongst politicians. But what exactly is gaslighting? Are you a gaslighter? Have you been in an abusive relationship and a victim of gaslighting? If you are reading this, odds are yes. Aside from Trump and politicians, gaslighting was coined as far back as the 1940s when British playwright Patrick Hamilton wrote Gas Light which developed into a popular film. Let’s explore, shall we?
By Christina K. Pierce3 years ago in Psyche
When life feels foggy.
I was struggling recently to describe how I was feeling. Internal self reflection and emotional intelligence are two areas of strength for me so not being able to articulate my feelings feels foreign. Now I am the type of girl who listens to music reflective of what I am experiencing. There are people out there who may listen to sad love songs despite being in fulfilling, loving relationships for example; that is not me. Since getting a new car, I have mainly been streaming music through my phone. Aside from my 6-year-old daughter commandeering the playlist, I have picked a soundtrack reflective of how I am feeling day to day, but typically it has varied within weeks or months. The first sign my emotional reader was off involved none of my musical choices seeming quite right. I am not happy enough to listen here. I am not sad enough to listen there. Nothing fit! I switched to XM radio for variety out of frustration and as I was trying to summarize all this to my friend, I saw myself type out telling words: I feel like I am in a hazy fog and cannot see through it. BOOM. Depression!
By Christina K. Pierce3 years ago in Psyche
Patterns and the zombie apocalypse.
Earlier this year I discovered a love of all things patterns. I am not talking about polkadots and stripes, but personal patterns and how they shape us, affect our relationships, and our expectations. The interesting thing about patterns is they are set from birth and childhood, hardwired into us for better or worse. But the thing about patterns, like most things in life, with practice (and practice makes perfect, after all!) we CAN learn how to rewire our brains.
By Christina K. Pierce3 years ago in Motivation
Being a nasty woman
When I was a little girl, I was told I could be anything. This may have been communicated literally or culturally, through books, media, television, commercials, and glossy ads of little girls dressed up as superheros. After all, legal barriers for women were mostly reformed, technically speaking, and sexual harassment was of course illegal. Technically. So yes, I could be whatever I want when I grow up. An astronaut at NASA! Even President!
By Christina K. Pierce3 years ago in Viva
Catching fucking feels.
I was asked to write about the difference between lust and love. And I am flattered you think I am an expert on such matters, I really am. While the initial answer may seem somewhat obvious: you see someone, you are attracted to them, want them all over you versus love between partners is which develops over time. But the answer, at least in the context to which I was asked, I believe has a little something to do with patterns – say polarity – and craving something from a partner that really is totally outside of love.
By Christina K. Pierce3 years ago in Humans
Let's fucking date!
If you asked me years ago when I was writing about fashion and runway shows the least likely topic I would find myself penning, I can likely say this would be among them. I don’t think anyone plans to get divorced. I know I didn’t. I am loyal, trusting, a homemaker from a place of heart, and a communicator. Really, there are very few issues (to an idealistic girl in her 20s) that could not be worked through. Every problem has a solution! Until it doesn’t. But let’s get back on topic. Fucking dating.
By Christina K. Pierce3 years ago in Humans
