...what I saw was scattered and shattered.
Today I was reviewing what I have written over the past year. I wanted to direct a friend to a post that will clearly tell my story. But the posts seem to be just snippets of who I am. What do I point him to? My first post Belong, is a good slice in time,... Continue Reading →
Tonight I am going to my 40th high school reunion. I am taking two intents: Celebrate and Curiosity. On the surface we’ll be celebrating the length of our lives. I will also be celebrating survival. Survival is so much more than getting through the abusive acts. Survival to me is carving out a life with the... Continue Reading →
I was 5 when I first comforted myself in a barrage of self hate. It's a sphere of noise that cuts me off. The isolation is a stormy solace. In it, I am yelling and thrashing at me while actually mute and paralysed to the outside world. I was excited to have been invited to... Continue Reading →
I’m not to sure we can “heal” our trauma. But I know we can grow and change. Do the work, dismantle the damage.