Tanya Arons
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I write about my life experiences. I write about complex ptsd, the agonies, the angst and my post traumatic growth. About Beauty, Truth and Honour and little vignettes of comfort from the spirits that love me: living and dead. I also Dance!
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“I’ve been to Paradise but I’ve never been to Me?” Isn’t that what the song says….well I danced myself in forward directions, achingly in crushing stilettoed steps forwards to my new paradigm that certain enemies wished me “free” in. Away from their little enclave of acrimonious deception.
By Tanya Arons 2 months ago in Humans
Memories: 29 February 2024
29 February 2024 12:43 am I am struggling with intense insomnia tonight. Which is strange as I am exhausted and yet still worked all day, first making my regular YouTube videos then making a mould and casting a silver sacred heart (which failed!) so I went right back in and sawed out two hearts from scrap silver then polished them, soldered jump rings on them, stamped them, put LOS on them, polished them again and then ironically, after all that work, couldn’t find the other calaca earring to finish assembling them.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 2 January 2026
2 January 2026 7:03 am. Interesting. Backslide even with the new mask. Oh well. It’s not failure. Staying alive…even when you know life is untenable. Everything and everyone has gone. Nothing is worth living for anymore. You are alone in a sea of toxic shock syndrome. But…you’ve lived this way for decades and you have floated above the cesspit before. Spreading spray painted turds glittering like gold still reek of their own bullshit. When you know…you know. lol.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 16 December 2025
16 December 2025 6:18 am wake up wake up. To save one life you save the entire world. So amazed at the Syrian man who jumped the other Muslim shooter to prevent further killings of Jews at the Chanukah celebration. A real man. Pity there were not more of them. It might not have happened at all.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 23 November 2025
23 November 2025 9:33 am The Tanya is in the house. Awake and aware! Stay alive, people. Grow. Evolve. Spin wool from dead pets as a reminder that every thing passes but memory holes are forever! I once had a Polish neighbour who made art from her own pubes. Da! Pubes….well fuck the patriarchy! I make art from pussies. Or will when I run out of fluff….da! da! Maybe then I will resort to my own crone pubes too…or my own crone whiskers….da? Nyet! But funny regardless of that upside down frown I just turned into a smile.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 19 November 2025
19 November 2025 7:09 am I wake up feeling achy. Lungs ache, left wrist aches, rib cage aches, liver aches. But it’s a gorgeous morning. I have pushed through so much pain in recent months. Emotional/physical/mental. I don’t know how I do it. But each day has gifted me new delights, insights, and even with the occasional blighting I have shucked off the lies, deception of others and held my own steady course. Unusual. I usually fall in a heap. But not this time.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
