A survivor I follow on social media posted recently about seeing childhood photos of themselves but not recognizing the child in the photo. Not remembering the hair style, clothing, or even their own figure. It got me thinking. I've had very similar experiences. Looking at photos of myself as a child and not recognizing the... Continue Reading →
I saw something on Instagram which got me thinking about my journey the last few months. It started during the summer. I was in a therapy session - feeling present, feeling light, feeling happy, and in control when my therapist said it: “What you are feeling is called recovery”. I didn’t really give it too much thought... Continue Reading →
I long for the days when my father's birthday was just a date on a calendar and not a day that caused me such emotional turmoil.