I woke up today and instantly wanted to go back to bed…before I even left it. For the trillionth morning in a row (that’s how it feels) I’ve woken up with my feet swollen, face puffy and on body fire. My body aches are back and my mood is blah. Yeah. It’s one of thoseContinue reading “3.22.2021”
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Hello… Is anybody out there?
Days have melted together recently. After processing my last memory, we have been focusing on different DBT skills. I needed a break from PC. Last Friday, we had to help our senior dog (Boo) cross the Rainbow Bridge. Horrid. He was 10 years old, 100% the love of my life and my son’s most bestContinue reading “Hello… Is anybody out there?”
Progress
Have I mentioned that PC (Progressive Counting) is deep? I don’t think I realllyyyy realized how this was going to work, the effects it would have on my body and my trauma. As spiritual as I am, as open minded as I am, I still have Matilda in me. That small part that says “ThisContinue reading “Progress”
Anastasia
If there is anyone reading this… do you remember what it was like being ehhh anywhere between say 13-15 yrs old? That time period of an intense emotional roll coaster. Filled with angst, anger, confusion and pure rebellion. Anyone? Anastasia, (who is still a bit of a mystery,) is my teen alter. I’m currently guessingContinue reading “Anastasia”
Another one….
Oh hey guys! These weeks have been a bit rough. But I am here.. (it feels like most weeks are rough these days. For everyone I know) I’d like to offer up my next Alter. The one I fear has been causing this depressive episode. Stay tuned because today I’m going to tell you whatContinue reading “Another one….”
Own it.
I’m a complete disaster. I am. But I have found freedom in owning it. I have found freedom in being aware of my mood swings while experiencing them. I have come to LOVE not reacting. I have found a calm in knowing what causes my panic. I used to be ashamed of what I wentContinue reading “Own it.”
Thoughts in Poetry
I’ve always written poetry, pieces of of my mind stamped out on paper. It helps me sort out the images I see. I figure why not drop some here? Old and new pieces! I’ve never shared them before really. I’ve always been too afraid, too… shy. So, here goes nothing.
Beautiful Disaster: A manifestation of trauma 