It seems that it is time, well beyond time, for me to begin to gather my thoughts around all that has transpired in my life over the last decade. To offer what I have learned in case it comes in
Sometimes it just takes guts. Sometimes we can’t think our way to a solution. We can’t whine our way to the answer. We can’t emote our way to healing. Sometimes it just takes guts and putting one foot in front
REACHING When I bent down to pick up the pieces of my life, I shoved my hands into the black soot of death and reached through the bitter haze of unspent emotions, to find fragments of me, inert, motionless and
I’ve come to see that when darkness resides in our soul it’s because we dare not look in the corners and crevices that contain our pain. We fear the darkness when we could choose to shine a light to banish it.
I’m trying to find my edges. The perfect unfolding of a new beginning, a new drama that is directed only by me. As daft an attempt as this might be, it quickens my spirit and draws me forward. The edges
Writing is one of my best defenses against the darkness that can lay in wait as I go about working to live a life free of PTSD symptoms. Too often I allow things to get in the way, like