I am having a struggle today. I hesitate to write about it because in comparison to people I know, (and basically the whole rest of this seemingly Godforsaken world) I have many blessings to count. Matter of fact, I've been counting them all week since Monday when I found out my driver's license was suspended. … Continue reading My Cheeky Blues
Category: Sometimes Not-So-Funtimes
My mental health struggles are very challenging at times. This is where I don’t hold back, and where I hope others will find common ground. Moreover, my aim is to shed light on some very dark topics, and the stigma of mental illness.
Complex PTSD; Anatomy of a Trigger
I have wanted to talk about triggers, the anatomy of a panic attack, and what that looks like for me as a person living with Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, for some time. Having been feeling very optimistic and experiencing a beautiful reprieve that drastically improved my attitude and strength was so blissful that I … Continue reading Complex PTSD; Anatomy of a Trigger
The Breakdown
Breath; it is the essence of life, yet such an easy thing to take for granted. I have experienced emotional suffering so intense that it left me gasping for air. The deepest breaths I ever took were in pushing new life into this world, and it is that child who knocks the wind right out … Continue reading The Breakdown
The Wheel of Misfortune
I remember the TV commercial jingle that said "You will learn about life when you play the Game of LIFE." Is irony the word I'm looking for here? I'm 52 and still trying to figure out life. Playing the board game, filling up my little car with tiny pink plastic pegs, did nothing to help … Continue reading The Wheel of Misfortune
A Doll and Pony Show
When I was a little girl I was very passionate about two things; horses and dolls. I dreamed of riding the neighbor's pony, Brownie, all by myself through the thicket that lead to the path that would lead to a magical place deep in the woods, called Charles Island (or Childs Island). In that … Continue reading A Doll and Pony Show
The Solace of Sleep
When the bed covers feel like lead covers and the solace of sleep soothes enough to quiet the relentless courtship of fear (and death) and unquenchable sorrow until the cycle starts again tomorrow- This is my "in-between" And it is a lonely place Though my isolation is self-imposed A rose doesn't need other roses to … Continue reading The Solace of Sleep
Heeding The Call To Use My Voice
There's something I want to share in regards to the #METOO movement. Having strength to speak out about sexual assault is very difficult due to feelings of shame and fearing allegations will be disregarded, which would then multiply suffering for the victim. I have witnessed this first-hand. When a young teen girl who boarded and … Continue reading Heeding The Call To Use My Voice
Not So Swell at The Bottom of The Well
Depression is often like shadow boxing; it creeps up on me, and lingers just out of site, but I know there is a menacing presence from which I must defend myself. This is a shadow that can manifest on the cloudiest of days while disappearing altogether when it's sunny. It plays tricks like that, making … Continue reading Not So Swell at The Bottom of The Well
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