Let’s talk about trauma.

I was first diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) in my mid-twenties. I had been seeing my therapist regularly for about 4 months, one of many counselors over the years in punctuated efforts to better maintain my mental health since a suicide attempt at 18. She was thin and gray and our relationship was…

Precipice

Imported from Tumblr, Spring 2019 Some days lately it’s like standing on a precipice. Of who I’ve been. and who I’m becoming. Terrifying. Because the little girl in me wants to be still. Safe. Quiet and unseen. A bunny in a thornbush. Trapped there so long it feels like home. But the soul knows when…