My Own Flying Monkey — Understanding C-PTSD and the Inner Critic
It has been a wild journey of suffering and confusion. Not knowing how to handle my own life, ending up relying on self-medication with toda...
Compassion
A Pile of Straws, A Search for Light
I have seen the depth, and I have felt its cold, clammy grasp—the pulling force that keeps me down. Words are a straw amongst many, a way to...
The Flying Monkeys — Recognizing Them
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. I was young, proud, strong and full of life. I was charged with the power of life. I had the world...
A Woollen Thread — On Grief, Ambiguous Loss, and Loving Children From a Distance
The last year has been the hardest in my life. I have fought every little bit of it, trying to stay above water, but it just keeps on giving...
Coming home to a different home
Growing up, I lived one experience and assumed it was the only one. I didn't question how I saw things, how I reacted, how I made sense ...
Love with nowhere to go
Holding it alone Holding those heavy feelings alone got too much. I let go of the reins to my own life, in a moment of despair. In moments w...
