When I decided a few years back to face the trauma I suffered as a child, it became clear pretty quickly that this journey would be more complexed than I could have ever imagined. One thing that keeps coming up in my mind is where did the trauma start if it didn't start with me.… Continue reading WHAT SHE CARRIES
When trying to survive the battle from your own traumatic existence, rest in it's rare existent form becomes a reward. A treat for the unworthy. A walk in the yard for the prisoner shackled and chained. It is not recognized as a necessity or a thing that is readily available at your whim. My mother… Continue reading Rest
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