Tag: PTSD

Black Lives Matter: What About Me?… What about “WE”?

As you may have already surmised, or have heard people say: “We are living amid the perfect storm”. We have reached the boiling point in history where science and technology has gifted humanity with a tool that has the ability to capture and expose…

The Airing of Dirty Laundry & Breaking the “Status Quo”

As I was sharing my recent heartache and experiences with my therapist the other day, he stopped me to explain his role as a mandatory reporter. Therapists, as well as other medical providers, teachers, etc. are trained to recognize the abuse and or neglect…

On Borrowed Time: A Space to Become Softer and Soar

  I feel as if I am here on borrowed time, having slipped in to someone else’s skin, never quite feeling as if things are familiar. I have but one foot on the ground. I’m not sure if I have ever felt truly safe….

Freedom From Trauma: Letting Go to Take Care of You!

  It is difficult, to sum up in words, what I have learned over the past few months. I feel these new discoveries have the potential to shape my healing process in dramatic and positive ways going forward. The last decade of my life…

“My Desolate Sea” and The Gifts it Gave To Me

I am massaging the stillness that is ever present within my struggle. I am increasingly aware of its existence budding within me, no matter how much I distance myself from it when in pain or I dismiss its potential to heal me. The human…

Honoring 47 Years: The Struggle and the Strength

  It’s my birthday. I haven’t been writing a lot lately because I have been going through a difficult time. Soon after making the move to California, I developed an interesting phobia, phagophobia, which is the fear of swallowing. I am still in the…

Burn Brightly: The Healing Fire Within You

I haven’t written for awhile. I’ve been walking among the shifting sands once again. As painful as it has become, I’ve learned so much on that dry, barren waste land that actually gives so little. Or does it? Over the years, I have continually…

Swimming & Separateness

I remember long ago, when I was only a small girl, swimming effortlessly in my Grandma’s backyard pool. I don’t recall ever learning to swim as I’m fairly certain it followed closely after I learned to walk. I vividly recall gliding along the bottom…

Out of the Fog: Finding Yourself & Forgiveness

  I’m walking away. I’m learning to let go while opening my eyes wider, scanning the horizon for everything that has escaped me while I’ve been away. I’m learning. It’s been messy. I’m drawing the conclusion that some situations and scenarios are so convoluted…

Unraveled Yarn: The Mess That Has Made Me

I’m beginning to have glimpses of joy. There are times when I am able to relax, falling lightly, sinking into myself like butter melting on a hot Summer’s day. Even various memories are flooding back to me as I remember myself, and I smile….