One day closer...
Set default to compassion.
Terror Time Stripped Dry
...it's a razor sharp gyro spinning in my gut...
I want to get jacked!
As I work on what it felt like during the assault, words are failing me. I looked at photos of anonymous kindergarteners, I know I was, but I don't know the kid I was before the assault. I asked my twin for some pictures, she sent me a few. This one may have been kindergarten or... Continue Reading →
Friday's therapy session didn't go as I planned: I was hoping to dump everything and skip into a carefree future. When I had the opportunity to answer the question "what did I feel during the assault?", I was defensive and dismissive of the very feelings I need to express. I just wanted to say it hurt,... Continue Reading →
I’ve had 52 years to never ponder it, never ask myself, never relive it.
An Instagram project I came across and I wanted to share... https://www.instagram.com/p/BQOkxN1gtiK/?taken-by=onsolidground_