Stuck Together Torn Apart
Morphed and changed a thousandfold, yet still the same.
Friday, April 4, 2025
Just in case...
Triggers are like little psychic explosions that crash through avoidance and bring the dissociated, avoided trauma suddenly, unexpectedly, back into consciousness. The persistent sense of heartbreak and gut-wrench greet me like old friends, the physical sensations become intolerable and it makes me want to do anything to make those feelings disappear. I try to maintain a sense of normality until I no longer can. That, my friends, is called surviving. Not healing. I know I will never become whole again. But that means that if I make it to tomorrow, I am a survivor.
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Down we go...
Oh, father, tell me,
do we get what we deserve?
You let your feet run wild,
time has come as we all fall,
do you dare to look him right in the eyes?
Friday, March 28, 2025
In a strange, strange place...
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