Writing on trauma, recovery, and being human
Honest reflections on complex trauma — the hard days, the small wins, and everything learned along the way.
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The first appointment. Everything up to this point has been history. This one happened this week. My anxiety was high going in. Not about the appointment itself —…
Fourteen onward. At fourteen, I got what I had been trying to get since I was thirteen. My mother was found unfit and my dad was given full…
Thirteen to fourteen. The year I paid for it. Last post ended with me packing my dad’s truck at thirteen and saying I wasn’t coming back. I want…
Thirteen By thirteen I was getting migraines. Constant ones. I didn’t connect it to anything at the time. Nobody did. I was just a kid who got bad…
My dad. The hardest post so far. I need to say the most important thing first, before anything else in this post, because everything after it will be…
What I was doing in the daytime Last post was the night shift. This one is the day shift. I want to be clear that these were happening…
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