Is living with C-PTSD a life sentence? Or am I letting myself off easy thinking like that?
It’s been awhile since I last wrote. I don’t have much of a reason other than life has been rough and writing has taken a back seat. I think because when I write, everything always stays in the forefront of my mind, forcing me to process, and think, and feel … and I needed a... Continue Reading →
What an unfair world it is, that takes a mother from her child at birth. Leaving a baby girl without the love, warmth, and protection, only a mother can give. No goodnight kisses, no snuggles on the couch, no cooking lessons, or shoulders to cry on. I'll never hear her advice about boys, makeup, or... Continue Reading →
I open my mouth to speak, no sound comes out. My young mind, a whirlwind of thoughts, and emotions. I want to scream, anything to break the silence. This silence is so deafening, and dangerous. Intentional, encouraged, it destroys pieces of my soul. Protect him, the secrets, the lies, the facade of a perfect family.... Continue Reading →