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Sandy and the retribution.

I’m only using the name “mom” for a reference point.  She never earned the right to be called such a title and she of one of many abusers I had in my life.   625 more words


I grew up a pretty skinny kid.  When I reached my teens and hit 100 pounds, I was told I was fat.  I felt like I was HUGE.   376 more words


I'm sorry, that's all the time we have for you today!

I’ve made peace with most things in my life.  The abuse, the torture, the brainwashing, but one thing I can’t seem to let go of is the anger. 211 more words


This is why I stay on my bipolar/ptsd meds

It wasn’t one thing.  It was a series of events that snowballed to create a trigger from my childhood abuse.  It wasn’t long before the paranoid thoughts were starting to swirl around from everywhere and big fat tears that wouldn’t stop.   402 more words


The Funeral

Went to a funeral this past weekend for a couple we know who lost their son.  He was an adult but it still triggered off those feelings of when I lost mine, in a way I wasn’t prepared for at all. 164 more words


I think I am through the worst of it.

(my wildflowers still kicking in the third week of Oct.  unheard of in these parts!)

Actually I think I am past the worst of it.  My past.   315 more words