Posts with the tag “c-ptsd”

I feel a jaded cocktail of sadness and twisted joy, wound together like a striped candy cane. Ribbons of red and white intertwine tightly around each other, seemingly inseparable and sinewed together....  Read More

Some scars are visible, others are invisible—but all are real. Survivors often walk with a limp....  Read More

I have prided myself on my self-reliance. I thought, I can handle it. I’m strong. I do not need help But every little unspoken thought, every swallowed hurt, every unmet need became one more dirty dis...  Read More

Secrets lose their power over us when they are exposed....  Read More