I think you hate me because you can't break me.
Tag: no shame
Child Abusers Rarely Take Ownership of Their Crimes
If my mother were alive, and you were to ask her if she allowed her children to be abused or if she abused her children, her answer would most likely be (with Bible in hand), "Absolutely NOT!" She would then most likely go on to tell you what difficult children my siblings and I were … Continue reading Child Abusers Rarely Take Ownership of Their Crimes
Recovery Time for Trauma Survivors
You've planned all week for Friday's dinner. You don't get out much. Hyperawareness keeps you home most times. There are the buzzing hive sounds of every patron's voice. There is the echo of the hustle and bustle. Surely, everyone in the establishment is looking at you, confirmed by the moments your eyes coincidentally meet more … Continue reading Recovery Time for Trauma Survivors
Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
I am here weightless. Ear tuned to every sound. The fireworks are starting. A week filled with the explosions of war. I despise the celebration of generations who've been traumatized by genocide. Headphones. I'm trying to stabilize. Can I float off away from this place yet? Work to do, but goddamn, I'm tired. Inside. Down … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15
Where do I go on nights when my skin aches; when I feel invisible hands gently massaging my heartache. I clutch pillows, squeezing into pieces until it mimics the human form. I am so far from home. Here alone, swept into the solitary existence of the empath; seeing signs in their eyes as they die. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15
Alone
Tonight we are alone in the house. The Pappa Bear has gone to visit family. It's just us and the animals. Vennie played the guitar and sang. We drifted into music dimension, wrote, painted, listened to music. Enjoyed the quiet us time. Angie checked the doors at least three times then four (the even number … Continue reading Alone