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
"My little mind was already trying to reason his abuse of me. I remember thinking, “He thinks I am my mom. It's ok.”
This past decade has been filled with many turns in the bumpy road I have traveled. I have pushed through deep depressions and sad realizations about this human existence. I have absorbed and grown my mindfulness and ability to receive and give love. I have waded through dissociative disorder peaks, organizing the many compartments of … Continue reading The Eye Of the Mother
Let's Breathe Together
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
As I have lived my own survivorship and spent the last few years deeply connecting with trauma survivors, I see three distinct phases of the journey. Victim | Survivor | Thriver (and for some, Advocacy/Warriorship) I think one of the most difficult breaks in the healing process is moving from the victim to survivor state. … Continue reading Victim To Survivor To Thriver: You Will Do It!
I wonder what happens when one walks into the sea?
“How do you balance everything you want to do and keep your head together?”
Click to Listen to the Spoken Version: https://anchor.fm/e/99f7a0?at=2202210 The day I disappeared and Became invisible Was the moment I became invincible. I got lost inside The existence of my absence. I lost my laughter, Which had Trickled in moments Of hopelessness, So I could feel and Deal with the real. I disappeared and It brought … Continue reading The Day I Disappeared
I have a compulsion that I'm going to reveal. It's something that naturally happens in my mind. It doesn't stress me out, particularly. I do it in seconds. I do it every day, all day long. It doesn't interfere with my life, as I see it, mainly because I can do it so quickly and … Continue reading Quiet Compulsions