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 […]
I received these today for Mother’s Day from the
B is for Butterflies
Although my journey has been less than pleasant
Today is the best day of my life.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you. Walt Whitman