Too Much

Sometimes when I am invited to share, I share too much.  I forget how tough some of my life was and how bad it can sound to someone else.  It was “normal” for me and I don’t notice until I watch someone else’s reaction.  I joke that I have a PhD in hard knocks.  I…

Over load

I put myself into over load.  My body fought back and won.  I slept through most of the weekend.  Missed out on Easter activities, visiting with family and writing posts.  So what happened? Every year in Early Childhood Education there is a unit on abuse, specifically child abuse.  I spend a day talking to students…

Invisible

Thank you to the lady that let me share her poetry.   The invisible illness I am a prisoner of my own body, Chained and a life proclaimed by pain. I am in a state of constant war, There are deep scars. There is no colour sharp enough to reflect my pain, There is no…

Different Facets

Of the same problem….Trust. 14. “I avoid asking help from anyone because I don’t trust anyone. I believe if someone offers me a hand, there will always be something they [want to] ask in return. I have friends but I don’t have a best friend. I keep my distance from people. Automatically, my wall blocks…

Sharing

The past 3 days I spoke to high school classes where I work about PTSD and coping skills.  Fashion I discussed the dark side of fashion…anorexia, eating disorders, plastic surgery addiction, and other out of control behaviors trying to compete in a high stress, slave labor industry.  I shared the coping skills I list here. …

Another voice

Sometimes I feel so alone.  I watch other people playing, working and living while I try to get up off the couch.  I felt isolated and alone.  Counseling helped me to see that I am not alone.  The internet helped me to connect with other people struggling with daily issues that sound a lot like…

Called a Freak?

My sister drew my attention to one of Scott Williams posts.  He is a therapist that writes about some interesting topics.  This one I almost avoided reading due to the title.  I was called a freak and worse.  Especially during the time growing up when no one knew what was wrong with me.  Some people…

Is my story worth telling?

Early in our marriage my husband and I moved around to other parts of the country.  Leaving family, friends and jobs behind.  We tried different places and different occupations and raised a family.  In the process of moving, I discovered most people really don’t want to know all that much about you.  You can become…

Hazards of telling my story

Telling my story was essential to turning my life around and healing the hurt in my soul.  As I started to remember and piece together my past my counselor gave me several cautions.  I will share with you what I learned. 1.  The mind does not remember events in a nice, neat orderly chain of…