The following is the letter I wrote to be read at my sister’s funeral. My heart aches that I never told her these things while she was still alive. 469 more words
I remember, years ago in Sociology, the teacher talked about three different kinds of parenting; authoritarian, authoritative, and permissive. Authoritarian were the strict parents, expecting respect and obedience and deciding what was best for the child. 650 more words
Recently following a suicide attempt my psychiatrist changed my medications in the hopes a change in regime would lift the depression and help with the Complex PTSD and Dissociative Identity Disorder both of whose symptoms are really out of control right now. 375 more words
The sensation is quite subtle, and hints at perpetual motion in the fourth dimension. The trolls of The Collective burst forth from psionic channels no mage could have seen coming; “The Line” by Foo Fighters would have made a good Final Fantasy battle theme, follows the same sort of preamble, and sets down the stricture in front of everything that I gave away to Carl Jung. 424 more words
STAFF REPORT :::
The Spalding County Sheriff’s Office is continuing its investigation into what authorities say was an attempted murder/suicide.
According to a press release issued by Sheriff Darrell Dix, deputies at 9:18 a.m. 153 more words
I don’t know if it’s a thing, but if you can get post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from a marriage, I had it. It has taken several years, a great deal of self-reflection, admission of fault and suffering the process of allowing myself to completely break down to get to this point in my life. 1,618 more words