The news seems as though it has no mercy. It's constant bombardment of the dismal updates on this vicious disease is too much to bear. Another patient rushed to the hospital. Another victim died. Another family member or close friend is in critical condition. The texts keep coming in, screaming, to pray for yet another … Continue reading The silent victims of this virus.
The past week has thrown me into very dark and difficult places. It has brought on many flashbacks. It triggered many old memories. It caused my anxiety to sky rocket. My PTSD is at an all time high. My strength is ebbing away and I don't know what will be with me when it's gone. … Continue reading You are not alone!
If there is one word today that holds enormous power, it is the word "coronavirus". It's all over the media. It's in every conversation. It's on everyone's mind. The anxiety and panic is so palpable, it can be felt wherever you go. It started as an innocent illness thousands of miles away and although some … Continue reading Coronavirus!
Dear Abuser, Over the past many years I have been feeling as though you've extinguished my inner flame. I have written many articles describing the darkness in my soul. I have spoken about that deep inner void that is bereft of any form of life, due to that internal fire in me that you smothered … Continue reading The battle of the two fires!
I was once again sitting on that green couch in my therapists room. That infamous couch which I've become both friends and enemies with. It was on that couch that I've made so many victories on. The couch that I've shed many tears on. The couch that I've gone into the most painful parts of … Continue reading My own holiday.
I'm sitting at the eve of a 36 hour wave of darkness, the likes of which I haven't experienced in a long time. To say the pain was immense, would be an understatement. I was immobile. I couldn't function. My brain was racing like never before and as hard as I tried to slow it … Continue reading This too shall pass
If only the walls of my room would have a voice, they would speak of the amount of tears I've shed behind closed doors. If only the voicemail on my phone would say the truth, it would say that I don't mean to ignore you, I just don't have the emotional energy to talk. If … Continue reading If only….