family
Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
Notes from the Mind Palace.
I’ve lived enough lives for three people, and somehow I’m still here trying to make sense of the noise in my head. Some days it feels like I’m stitching together scraps from every version of myself. — the military kid standing gate guard in Turkey, the cop who learned too much about people’s worst moments, the semi pro football player who hit like a freight train, the gas station attendant who learned everyone's secrets, the 40 year old pool lady and the writer who can’t stop turning her own chaos into stories, the sister who loves too hard, the friend who carries everyone else’s weight even when her own knees are buckling. And somewhere in the middle of all that, I’m still just me — loud music blasting, brain vibrating, fingers typing like I’m trying to outrun my own thoughts. Half the time I’m rambling, the other half I’m building something out of the rambling. It’s messy. It’s real. It’s mine.
By Syl De'Vil21 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a strange transformation that happens when your kids become adults. You think you’re finally done with the chaos — the sticky hands, the mystery stains, the “is it POOP or chocolate?” or "why is this wet" moments. You think adulthood means peace, quiet, stability.
By Syl De'Vil21 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
I am a hopeless romantic. Not the soft,pink and glittery, “I love long walks on the beach” kind. I’m the kind who believes in soul-recognition — in that moment when you lock eyes with someone and something ancient inside you whispers, Oh. Him. I’m the kind who dreams of a man with steady hands and a voice that feels like home. The kind who wants to be carried, protected, adored, treated like a queen even though I’m built like a demon who learned to survive by clawing her way out of every hell pit alone.
By Syl De'Vil21 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a special kind of stupid that happens when your brain decides someone is the sun. Not because they are the sun, but because your neurons have staged a coup and declared, “This person? Yeah, we’re gonna obsess over them like a skunk who found an un‑locked trash can.”
By Syl De'Vil22 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a point where you stop pretending that certain people are good for your nervous system. You stop giving them the benefit of the doubt. You stop waiting for them to show up differently. You stop handing out access like it costs you nothing. Today was that point.
By Syl De'Vil23 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
And then there’s Justin — the quiet, absurd, infuriating, hilarious, unexpectedly reliable force in my life. He laughs at the most ridiculous things. He can piss me off in five seconds flat and have me laughing ten seconds later. He’s wonderful with our daughter, and he’s good with the boys too — even taking one of them overnight sometimes on his last night with Cyndle before he brings her home.
By Syl De'Vil29 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace. . Content Warning.
Excavating Myself: A Field Guide to Rediscovering the Woman I Lost Somewhere Between Betrayal and Blanket Forts I want to find myself again, but I’m pretty sure she’s hiding under a blanket fort with snacks and what my kids lovingly call my “pillow knife.” I’m not that dramatic — but dramatic enough to sleep armed like a raccoon guarding a treasure hoard. I have other things, they just don’t fit under my pillows.
By Syl De'Vil29 days ago in Viva
"Love Yourself First"
Have you ever watched someone pour every ounce of themselves into a relationship, only to lose track of who they were somewhere along the way? It happens more than most people want to admit. A friend quietly gives up the hobbies she loved so she can spend every evening with her partner. Someone stops saying what they actually think because they're afraid of an argument. Another person starts measuring their own worth by how fast a text gets answered.
By hassan khan3 months ago in Viva
