One day at time, right?
Memories of an abused little girl.
a poem about awareness as it takes hold after decades of dissociation.
One Foot in Front of the Other
Working on letting go and accepting lifes fluidity. Well, maybe I'm just trying to manage right now.
I Dreamt of Death Last Night
What my nightmare was really telling me ...
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4 Days in the Dark & Realizing Emotional Strength
I walked into my pain and realized more than I could have expected.
The Child & The Woman
Working through the pain and confusion caused by the link between the broken child inside and the whole woman that I want to be.
My Trauma Response is Avoidance
Trying to saddle up with and change my patterns of avoidance is no easy task - considering avoidance is what I am best at.
What an unfair world it is,that takes a mother from her child,at birth. Leaving a baby girlwithout the love,warmth,and protection, of her mother’s touch. 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 hair. What was her favorite color,her favorite song,her favorite movie? All... Continue Reading →
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