I decided that for the next month or so, I shall be writing in my diary on my blog.
Hues of crimson, amethyst, orange, and gold
PROLOGUE “The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.” Johann Kaspar Lavater
I just got out of the hospital last Wednesday
Triggers are stealthy. An image, a song, a smell, a flashback, etcetera, happen suddenly. Assaults are like bullets flying over my head. In that moment my whole world changes and it takes me time to readjust. PTSD often lingers for a lifetime. I wrote the poem below as […]
Blake Medical Center
The confines of my paralyzed condition