Victor vs Victim

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…

Why not? (Part 2)

This was supposed to happen yesterday.  It didn’t.  I am paying for ignoring my body’s quiet plea to slow down a little.  I’m doing all sorts of good cool stuff but just a little too much (a lot too much.)  I keep trying to not allow PTSD to run my life but ignore it too…