Real-life living with PTSD.
My mind, tormented and fatigued by memories. Memories that won’t stop coming. Launched from the darkness of a locked cavern deep within, straight into my mind’s eye clearly as the day it happened. My soul is worn and tired. My heart fragmented and aching. A childhood of abuse; the details once lost in time, and... Continue Reading →
It was just sitting on the kitchen table; no one around to tell me not to touch it. How curious an object, my young mind was alert with the possibilities. How little I must have been, 7 maybe 8 - of course, I grabbed it! Soldering irons are normally kept anywhere from 500° to 700°... Continue Reading →
Another new memory. Well, maybe more like a new connection. The memory itself I feel like I have remembered before, my money says in flashback form, but the actual connection and perspective of the memory - yeah, that was new. I have no idea what triggered it; it just hijacked me while I was driving... Continue Reading →
For the last three days, I have been participating in the “Daily Prompt” – an exercise facilitated by The Daily Post blog. The goal of the writing prompt is to show writers that no matter how blank our minds may feel, there is always something in there, just under the surface, waiting for us to... Continue Reading →
After decades of disassociation from the effects of my childhood abuse, I started having flashbacks. That was nine months ago. At first, they were just images, memories that I saw but didn’t actually remember, then they became physical. I could feel them; sense them I talked about them a little with my therapist, I mentioned... Continue Reading →
Flashbacks. Unexpected, uninvited. They take over my mind, and my body. They touch the very core of my being, where emotion is so raw, and rob me of precious moments in the present. Images flash in my mind pulling me back in time, my senses alert, I feel it all ... fear; shame; helplessness; how... Continue Reading →