Nostalgia: The Soul Sedative That Had Me Stuck

Spirituality, Uncategorized, Womanhood, Writing

(Originally published on my former website The Pleasure Prescription.)

I didn’t know I was an addict. But thinking about it now, I’ve always liked the odd emotional combinations induced by retrospection. It’s akin to yams with sautéed collards; dark chocolate and cherries; black coffee and gelato – fond memories and the smarting sensation of separation from them. A little bitter with the sweet intensifies the flavor.