It baffles me how quickly joy can turn into sorrow, but once again, I find myself drowning in a pit of despair because of one well-intentioned but misspoken word, at least to me, when it was simply an innocent remark. Trigger: hypersensitivity to certain words toss me into […]
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 […]
When I was fifty-eight, sixteen years after Tropical Spastic Paraparesis paralyzed my legs,
Thanksgiving day is celebrated mainly in America and Canada. Much like the annual harvest festivals celebrated in other countries throughout the world.
I cannot sleep without my head and eyes completely covered by a black satin sheet. I pull the blanket up to my chin. My mouth barely shows (says my husband and aid). I have claustrophobia, but I have always felt safe under my covers. I believe that if […]
PTSD steals the soul – depression haunts me nightly. Insomnia – even though I take a sleeping pill I don’t sleep. It’s been going on for weeks. No will to write; nothing to smile about. Why do I allow people to rule my emotions? I suffer from a disease […]
To dip my foot into the ocean, drive a car, slip a shoe on and off, and to dance again. What joy that would be! Lately I have wrestled with fatigue and depression. My disease is progressing a bit faster. I fall asleep in the middle of eating, […]