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…

Be who your younger self needed.

Imported from Tumblr, August 19th 2019 A weekend of learning. We are sending these teen daughters out to swim in this age of social media- Snapchat, sex, self-objectification and the water’s full of sharks. My daughter has barely turned twelve and at this age my first #metoo moment was a Veteran- three years old. Our…

Copperheads & Elephant Strings

Imported from Tumblr, Spring, 2019 I am risk-averse in recovery. But I haven’t always been this way. There used to be a time when I delighted in rebellion- something savory and sexy about bold and brash choices, in shocking those around me. A motorcycle-riding boyfriend, a solo trip across the country to see my estranged…

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…