They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
My mother was a psychopath. She wasn't born with that personality.
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Art is a process of immersion and re-emerging.
We trauma survivors can have a little habit. Avoidance. I know. I’ve been there. For many years I burrowed myself into every other person and/or project that distracted my mind away from myself. I was so frightened by what I had to face in myself; the pain, the anger, the memories of a tortured childhood, … Continue reading It Starts Inside
I was so triggered the other day by a neighbor who wanted to talk. I said, “I’m really not up to it. I’m having a down day.” Her response, “Oh, get over it.” Immediately I wanted to snap on her. Then this calm came over me, and I said,”Never speak to me that way again. … Continue reading Grief Has It’s Own Ebb and Flow
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
So much they don’t know, like: How I do numeric license plate Reduction to get through traffic; How I count my breaths In grocery store lines to Stay in control of an Agoraphobic mind, or How my ear buzzes when Sound is too loud, and I cannot hear my own volume So my voice elevates … Continue reading When Sorrow Comes Home
I’m done with ever being belittled, abused or treated indifferently ever again.
I am in a full blown battle with food addiction.