I’ve been on Step Four in Life Recovery at Grace Christian Fellowship for a couple months now. This is life-changing. I am grateful to be in continual gratitude, as I began to last September when I was living in a gazebo of a Muslim friend, because of my companion dog. I was fortunate to be […]… Continue reading Step Four: Looking in the crevices of my soul, where resentment may be lurking and stinking. I need a Superclean! — reframing trauma
getting back up after unfrolickingbelievable loss do i have to become a renaissance woman, again, at 60? I think i need new rose-tinted specsand I'm thinking, make a hairpiece that's green grass with little happy cows and happy chickens on it for vegans on halloween, but really any day they want to make a statement. Let's… Continue reading it was so much easier to just tell a graphic designer what i want: a b/w reverse, cochin and american typewrite font, and more articulation of my photos like on my OLD mac
Dear Survivor, I see you. I see the invisible pain you carry every day. I see the fear that lingers in your eyes, Never feeling safe. I see how you’re easily startled How you look for his face in every crowd How you want to disappear completely Never to be found. Dear Survivor, I […] via… Continue reading Dear Survivor — #Speak
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Sleeping soundly: that was years ago. That PTSD plays the old movies all the time. You’ve been down so long and so thoroughly deflated that Hurtin-Broken-Forgotten-Frozen-Angry is your middle name. You would like to be able to reinvent yourself, but you feel resentment and anger and isolation and despair where possibility and goals and overcoming obstacles with confidence or a child-like faith and optimism used to befriend you near a glistening, cool waterfall in your fecund imagination.
Your health changes in this isolation. Alone like this, when perhaps you nurtured others, how to take care of yourself? When your friends turn out to be fair-weather friends in your only time, ever, of needing a touchstone? Maybe you were their champion forever, in your silent or fun-loving ways, in your generosity. . . and now you feel shamed, cast aspersion upon? Or, on the other hand, maybe you do not…
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I dread no more the first white in my hair, or even age itself, the easy shoe, the cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair, time, doing this to me, may alter too, my sorrow, into something I can bear. ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, American poet I guess there’s a silver lining behind every […]… Continue reading the twice-stolen wondrous quote