This cloud of sadness is an empty feeling that keeps the what-ifs alive. This cloud is filled with a ‘sense’ of going nowhere. It’s a cloud where all my guilt from my trauma lives. The guilt that makes me feel that I’m probably not destined for happiness. Probably not destined for the marriage and children … More The Cloud.
Writing this blog has been challenging me to try and break out of my fears of the stigma that can possibly come from you; my readers. I struggle with worrying if I said the right thing. What are they going to think about me? I have family and friends who are reading this, what if they change their views … More My Thoughts.
I have a little “ME” in me. She’s a younger version. A younger me. She comes out in so many different ways and different times – for various reasons. This “younger inner child” concept is very hard for me to understand. This is something that has come up in therapy for a while but I’ve … More Younger Self.
Here’s the story of how I stumbled upon the diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was moving into a new place that didn’t allow animals and I simply can’t be without my dog, Dusty. I’ve had him for 6 years and he is as much as my emotional support animal as I am his … More PTSD.