I tattooed his name in the place he just loved to bite as a reminder of all that he had done for me. I had no idea what he would go on to do. He saved his mom from me. He has saved me from me so many more times.
Tag: PTSD
I Disowned My Parents So I Could Survive and Write
I have chosen to take the unpopular route: Disowning my parents. It's a hard decision, and one I live with every day. But it is the best thing for me. Over two years no contact, it's only been in the last six months words and stories have started pouring out of me.
Did Breaking My Hand Break My Spirit
Life has been a traumatic, but I've put a lot of work into healing so I can be good to myself so I can be a good human to everyone. Even in the worst times when I had no control over my life, I had control over my body... I'd been restricted before with everything from a torn ACL to sprained feet; as a dancer, injuries happened. This. A broken dominant hand as a writer is very different. I felt like I was slowly dying.
I’ve Lost My Christmas Spirit
I have not so slowly or subtly been losing my Christmas spirit over the last few years. I've gone from Lady Buddy the Elf to the only reason I have a Christmas tree is because someone else made it happen.
I Have Been Self Censoring
"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." Friedrich Nietzsche
In Seven Days, I Turn 30 Years Old
In a week, I turn 30. I'm very much looking forward to it, but a small part of me is dreading it. Society deems women of a certain age unworthy of... everything, and I am now about to be a woman of a certain age. There are so many exciting things about aging, but my existence has always and almost solely been validated for the way I look. Who I am is just a bonus to the way I look for the man I'll one day trap/catch. The world has told me so many things about aging and my existence in the world. I would be lying if I said I hadn't ended up on the kitchen floor in a full on panic attack about aging in society.