Maintaining…

That perfect relationship. Well, there really is not one because no one is perfect unless you are truly fully accepting of someone as perfect in spite of and including their imperfections. Trust, I think we all may have an ex for that, I know I do. But my advice in keeping it heading in the … More Maintaining…

EMDR…not my poem

Photo: I pulled from Complex C-PTSD is Complex by Michelle Monet…cannot guarantee this is where originated. If you give me that information, I will add it. …but an overall inside story of my life…someone living with CPTSD. (Yes, it has been awhile since my last post, but this was important) PTSD itself has become such … More EMDR…not my poem

Rearview Mirror

While perusing some old books from college I found a random poem I had written clearly about a breakup. Definitely not even close to my best work…but it is sometimes great to take a peek at where you came from versus who you now are. So, with that in mind I have opted to share … More Rearview Mirror

The Real World…

So here I am left in a situation of really just getting to know my dad for the first time. Of getting to know myself for the first time. Of everything. I am left…simply left…like he did to me years ago. Yet, I am suddenly gaining ground on how and why everything happened. My world … More The Real World…

Father, Father:

Here we go again on this rickety ride of our ritualistic nature. My nature. Well, I have been in talks with my father. First time really in four or five years and, well, he will be here within two weeks. May 4th to be exact. It is so difficult as so much has happened since … More Father, Father:

Writing is Like…

You know, Sometimes writing seems like Such a chore. Dishes… Laundry… Cooking… I know it all needs to happen. I know they all need to happen. And yet there are days, And days When my sink is full of dishes. When I do not wear clean clothes. When I do not eat. I know it … More Writing is Like…

Alice’s Articulately Forced “Options…”

So this is the story of many of our lives without most even having this slightest bit of understanding. The universe is often such a manipulative little bit#+ forcing us to befriend the Queen of Hearts while repeatedly being convoluted by the actual, living, breathing ones. That is exactly how life, the universe (i.e. karma) … More Alice’s Articulately Forced “Options…”