All over people are celebrating the blessings of mothers and motherhood. Sadly, it is not a day of celebration for many. Heart break when you can’t have children. Heart break when a baby doesn’t live. Heart break of a still born child or miscarriage. Heart break of losing a mother to drugs, alcohol or death. …
Don’t change. Ever noticed that the people making the changes in the world are unhappy, angry, discontented, and the whole list of negative emotions are the ones that create the changes. Advertising companies spend billions of dollars trying to persuade people that they cannot be happy until they do___________, buy __________ or become _____________. Yes…
I started this blog about PTSD. Then very few blogs existed for PTSD other than military. Now, many blogs share their journey and what they learned. Then I was planning to write a book, now there are many books to choose from all ready written. Making time to read them all is a bit of…
Some themes, poems, stories and experiences stick with me, mulling them over and over. I take them out and reread them and consider their import….why do I keep thinking about some of these? One such story is The Potato, the egg and Hot chocolate (I like it better than coffee in the original story.) Story…
I saw myself as small, helpless, dominated, squashed….a worm with no back bone. If anyone called me a victor I would look at them very strangely. I did not see myself in a positive light. Yet, I believed I could change. I chose change, lots of change. As I changed, I started looking at different…
To me, this was the hardest to overcome but once I did, learning about my own power is a key element to my continued healing. As long as I believed I was helpless, I could not believe I could be responsible for my change. I needed to take back my power. I needed to believe…
This is a mini rant…..if you do not feel up to reading a rant today…tune in tomorrow when I hope to be in a better mood… Today I read a fellow PTSD group member accept where he was at right now. Cool great. Applause. Then in my estimation, he totally blew it by exclaiming this…
Many times I am told that I am over sensitive, imagining things, and at fault for feeling like bad things are happening. People, sometimes bad things are happening. Too often, the person telling you it is not bad is the one that is hurting you. I read several times on a group for CPTSD that…
What would you like therapists to know about the experience of DID? Most of this applies to PTSD too. Fast answer: All of us are real. Telling me that some of myself is not real pushes me to not believe myself. I am real, all of me and me and me. I separated out to…
These past months heart break touched our family. Our little granddaughter came to stay on Earth for less than an hour. I sometimes wish that the old traditions of being allowed to mourn for a year was still in practice. This is what I am learning. Today’s culture of everyone must be happy is destroying…
PTSD - Accepting, Coping, Thriving 