Over the past couple of years, I’ve been working to heal to a point where I’m comfortable sharing my story. Writing my first memoir helped that tremendously; now that my story has been written and subsequently read by complete strangers, it’s gotten easier, somehow, to verbally share my story in face-to-face interactions. While I don’t... Continue Reading →
It all begins with my story, one that began long before I could even speak…one that continues to haunt me to this day as additional memories surface. The thing I’ve learned about healing, though, is that I have to start with what happened to me, that way I can process my feelings and find a way to deeply understand that as much as I didn’t deserve what happened to me, I am also more than the sum of my traumas. And, in part, this is what happened to me.
I’ve been reading Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving by Pete Walker, and yesterday, I read chapter six, “What is My Trauma Type?” As I was reading, I realized I’ve had different responses to different traumas, which completely blew my mind. For years, I’ve struggled identifying my “trauma type,” primarily because I believed an individual... Continue Reading →
Whenever I read nonfiction, I have to keep a stack of flags nearby. I always find passages that I want to blog about, or quotes I want to remember, or articles for further reading I want to find online. Reading Missoula by Jon Krakauer was no different. I started this book August 8 and finished... Continue Reading →
Have you ever started a book and been completely captivated from the very first page? Or even the first line? Have you ever started reading, and suddenly, you’ve read more than half the book in one sitting? I know it’s probably happened to many people from my generation. We grew up with the Harry Potter... Continue Reading →
Over the past few days, I’ve been watching Holes (2003) with my kids. We’ve been watching it in 30-40 minute spurts because, well, toddlers—need I really say more? Anyway, in listening to the score, I remembered something from my childhood. I was seven years old when Holes was released, and I remember listening to the... Continue Reading →
Last night, I resurrected my abandoned Instagram account. I decided that, despite my best efforts, the people who I desperately want to keep out of my life and business are still finding information on me, so why continue trying to hide? Hiding isn’t doing me any favors; it isn’t offering me any protection. On top... Continue Reading →