It’s been awhile since I last wrote. I don’t have much of a reason other than life has been rough and writing has taken a back seat. I think because when I write, everything always stays in the forefront of my mind, forcing me to process, and think, and feel … and I needed a... Continue Reading →
PTSD is trying to steal my life, piece by piece. My smile; my happiness; my ability to be present; my sleep. It follows me around the house. It comes along for every car ride. It shadows me at work and invades my space with friends. It doesn’t matter where I go, what I do, or... Continue Reading →
It is hard work; reconciling the love I feel for you, with the painful reality of your numerous betrayals. It would be easier just to hate you. Maybe then I wouldn’t wrestle with the feeling that I am letting you off the hook. Separate the person from the actions - love the person, be angry... Continue Reading →
Things I wish I had known, and things that I have learned after 12 months of therapy and recovery from childhood sexual abuse.
When my mom's side of the family came to visit, it challenged everything I have made myself believe about family and unconditional love.