I started this post in March of 2015 but was too freaking messed up to publish it. Reading it over today, it still stands as a testimony of how horrifying it is to be in the throes of a PTSD episode. It's time to share it.
Today is a day that will go down in herstory. 3 million women and honorary women marched around the world to make their voices heard. Our voices. Our outrage and love. Our fears and hopes. Our refusal to allow the horror looming on the horizon to go unchallenged. Apparently, the world has our back too.… Continue reading You were marching for me
A good cry? HAH! I laugh in the face of a good cry. I don't do 'good cries'. I do forced-march-blind-with-pain purges.
If a mental breakdown wants my attention, it should request an appointment.
A good, cathartic cry might be just the wonderful storm that leaves the garden refreshed and ready for planting.
I'm happier than ever before, but I still lock my doors.