My recovery from childhood sexual abuse
Travel back in time with me.First we’ll jump a week or so -and then back another 15 years. The tension was thick.We were just a couple years reconnectedafter 7 years of estrangementthat was dripping with betrayal, loss, disappointment, and grief. But I was trying. He’d call every once in awhile,mostly we talked through email.Always about the most mundane... Continue Reading →
I didn't sleep well last night.I am so exhausted.Neither did my little one.There is no denying the connection she and I have.I swear the nights I am fitful, so is she.I won't deny I am grateful to not be alone in those moments.Awake and tossing, we finally settle back to sleep after maybe an hour... Continue Reading →
No words will ever do justice to my love for this woman, or the grief I feel over losing her. Still, every year, I try.
Mother's Day isn't the easiest day for some people. Here's my take, as a trauma survivor.
She has always been so familiar, yet a complete stranger.
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