In normal fashion, every morning - my hubby and I started off at the table together with our coffee and a quick check of our online business analytics. It's the tedious work that we try to spice up with each other's company. During this time we check all of our social media emails, calendars, etc,... Continue Reading →
Is it coincidence,or irony,that during a time when I am intimately working oncoming to terms with the fact that I have been a motherless daughter my whole life,my own child decided to stop talking to me? How to put into words what it feels like carrying the grief that I do,of my own losses, disappointments,... Continue Reading →
Parenting after trauma is difficult. It forces us to really unpack our shit so we don't hurt our kids, or ourselves further.
This morning I started writing about somethingother than this.I had an itinerary for the day,and I was right on schedule.Now, how to describe this feeling?What words best fitthat pivotal moment when things changed today.Triggered?Trauma Response?Flight Mode?Any, or all perhaps.My focus is lost,and exhaustion has set in.It happened so quickly I wasn't able to properly brace myself.It... Continue Reading →
Yesterday it happened again. An encounter with my 22 year old son turned into a situation where the subject started as one thing but by the end of his tirade he had thrown all of his anger, his hurt, and his trauma at me. His sudden attack triggered trauma responses in me and set the... Continue Reading →
My hope, of all the lessons and experiences that I leave with them once I am gone is that my children learn these three things.