PTSD. A letter from me to me.

Deep breath. You will be okay. You are okay right now. A brief explanation. This letter is a reminder from slightly more conscious me who is not in the throes of panic and terror, written for sad, scared me who forgets what is true. It is part of my Book of Me, part...

On PTSD.

Yesterday morning I had a moment. The simplest trigger: at a cafe, an old framed portrait on a white wall that reminded me of something from then. And I was off. Cycles of panic, terror, helplessness, pain, fear. And then I came back. Doing the things that help me be...

Explosions.

The thing I was planning to write today got erased from my brain. Because of the explosions. I honestly thought I was mostly over all the post-traumatic stress crap that accumulated in my mind/body from a decade living in the Middle East. Hahahahaha. No. This is my...

Blogging therapy: What do I even say?

Number four in our series on how to take some of the scary out of blogging. If you want to catch up, here you go: Part 1. What if people are mean to me? Part 2. What if I throw a party and no one shows up? Part 3. Why even bother when there are already other people...

Hurt and patterns. And a cat.

First is always the experience itself … On Saturday I saw a cat get hit by a car and die. Awful. Horrible. I was walking home from hanging out with friends. Not really paying attention to anything. And it happened so quickly — and so agonizingly slowly...
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