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
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With Un-Shattered Minds We Will Rewind
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
What Buddy Cobb did to my sister was nothing less than abhorrent.
In battle, small platoons take hold positions. Their leaders converse and strategize. It is neither a battle they plan to fight nor a war they wish to start. It will be a complete conquering, and this must be a smooth sweep. Such things are not decided upon quickly. Every angle is inspected thoroughly and repeatedly. … Continue reading The Birth of Death
Child, they said, this hurts me
More than it hurts you. No.
I wonder what happens when one walks into the sea?
“You loved me,” I said, “when I was at my lowest. Yet, I didn’t quite know you were loving me. I was in tears so many days. You held me. Together we traveled the tunnels of rewound memories, finding ourselves sometimes on clouds and others in quagmire. Through these times, these deep struggles, you were … Continue reading The Girl In the Mirror
So, as you who use this statement, in return I say this. Don’t forget me now, and I’ll be less apt to forget you later.
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