Good morning and Merry Christmas!! It occurred to me this morning that sharing a bit of how the trauma brain works might be helpful, especially for families gathering together during the Christmas holiday. So here goes .. As a trauma survivor I remember every traumatic event in my life with equal clarity (and even more …
PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder From MayoClinic.Org: Overview Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a mental health condition that’s triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the event. Most people who go through traumatic events may …
aka This Shit Just Got Real Maybe I should add a warning, Graphic Language, some nudity (just kidding, maybe) and this is my reality so be prepared. My Best Friend, Lover, Confident, and truly the only person in the world who knows my demons, my scars, my skeletons all hanging in a closet in chronological …
Three years – It was was three years ago that I realized I had PTSD and that it occurred my first night of my first duty assignment while in the Air Force. Later, I would realized that that was the beginning of my adult PTSD but that I’d been living with my childhood PTSD for …
Hello old friend, you called me today And disturbed the grave of a memory once buried Do I thank or curse you for the walk Down memory lane, you in your self-obsessed Fantasy world sought me out and forced me to join you Amongst the boxes and filing cabinets layered in dust And pushed aside, …
That door, that blessed door, So tightly locked, hammered, And nailed forever shut, Why open it now? The pain, that inexhaustible reservoir of pain, Why dive within its murky depths? Is ignorance not bliss Like a vast underground lake, dark and foreboding, It lies there, but if I turn my back, it doesn’t exist, And …
The blonde fairy princess glides across the room Ever searching for what precious, unclaimed gems may be spotted Olivia, her mother calls, time for bed Olivia smiles but stays on her hunt, there is much to discover tonight And it’s too early for bed. Copyright 2007
I do not handle well My life in constant motion No ground beneath my tired wings I so yearn for steely foundation And dust covered shelves marking stay Yes I yearn for a home, a permanent residence Our name upon the mailbox But I am not so foolish as to sell my soul to wayward …
Oh to fall in love again To write with passionate prose The verses dancing in my head Their beauty to expose I exist, short for words Where once so awe-inspired My poetic soul now on the mend Emotions…false-start, FIRE! Still struggling with each breath Digging to find depth I free my passion deep within My captivity at an end Once …
To face fears of long ago With each word I must profess I want so much to write That which may be of a delight Yet my thoughts are dark Unseemly implications spark My controversy within I say out loud, “It’s not a sin!” To reveal my deepest emotions I have no hidden motives My …
