I’ve known a lot of people in my life who have worn their pain on their sleeves, or worse, weaponized it. People who have decided that they are the way … Continue reading Badge of honor.
Tag: trauma recovery
Slipping into bad dreams.
Holidays are so hard sometimes, for the traumatized mind. Often, I have to balance celebrating a holiday with mourning what I’ve lost. Today I find myself not exactly mourning — … Continue reading Slipping into bad dreams.
It’s (never) over.
Today, the remains of the last hostage were recovered and brought back to Israel. Today on January 26, 2025, 843 days later, October 7, 2023 is finally over. People are … Continue reading It’s (never) over.
Wrong end of a telescope.
A couple of funny things have happened — inside my brain, mostly — in the last few days that have made me feel like I’m looking through the wrong end … Continue reading Wrong end of a telescope.
Sweet Caroline.
It’s playing on the radio in the car this afternoon. I’ve taught my kid how to do the “bah bah bah” response part with the chorus, and she cheerfully does … Continue reading Sweet Caroline.
Otherworldly.
I have trouble sleeping. This is in large part due to the chronic pain, but I also struggle to turn my mind off. I can’t fall asleep without medication to … Continue reading Otherworldly.
Worth remembering.
I did something drastic for the sake of my mental health this week. I stayed home for Thanksgiving while the rest of my family went to my in-laws’ like we’ve … Continue reading Worth remembering.
Grenade.
I’ve been thinking a lot in the last week or two about how it could be possible that I came from such horrible people and didn’t turn out the same … Continue reading Grenade.
Just devastated. That’s all.
Ever have some really bad shit happen and you deal with it as best you can and you’re like, well, that’s horrible, but I need to try to put it … Continue reading Just devastated. That’s all.
It’s not my fault.
Recently, my therapist posed an easy question that I still struggle to answer, and it’s been almost two weeks since she asked it. She had the audacity to ask me…you … Continue reading It’s not my fault.
Journeys in the Dark 