Breaking Up With My PTSD – The Reality of Healing From Haunting Trauma
My almost life-long companion and I are actually breaking up. I should be more specific. What I’m breaking up with is more exactly known as C-PTSD, a form of PTSD. I think we’re in the final stages of our separation. It’s been a long and drawn-out breakup...
Don’t You Dare Give Up (Like I Almost Did)
It was a dark and stormy night of the soul under heavy clouds of unknowing. The kind of storm that makes you drop the blinds and hunker down and think about candles in case power lines go down. The kind that makes you coulda-woulda-shoulda yourself about not buying a...
Dancing All The Way Back to Myself – A Powerful Journey of Dance
I'm writing this one because my best friend will stop talking to me very soon if I don't. This isn't the first time I've written about my Complex PTSD recovery process, but it's the first time I'm sharing about it in any real-time "documentary" sort of way. I'm still...
Unpacking Complex PTSD – The Survivor’s Lens of Childhood Trauma
Seeing my father lying in a casket was as surreal for me as reuniting with him had been just the month before. Neither seemed real. Somehow, I still finished my last semester of high school. Trying to save my mother from being beaten by my father during a drunken,...
Awaken Women: Inside the Secret Salon – The Beginning
Once upon a time, a little long while ago . . . a Turkish woman taught me everything I could learn of her dance, and from the ancient dances of our women people. She told me stories of how their melodies crossed over the winds of the seas and volumes of her own...
Sum of Casualties
I tried to understand his violence toward my mother—her purpled eyes, his paranoia and the neighborhood street lights he’d shot out with his issue rifle over the hood of his Chevy one bad night. His wandering moods ebbed with the flow of Falstaff’s swallowed. Having...
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