Not All Wars Take Place on the Battlefield

It’s time to change the face of PTSD. Here’s your chance to help! #FacesOfPTSD

Trigger Points: Childhood Abuse Survivors Experiences of Parenting

There is a misconception in our culture about who suffers with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), and what they look like. A quick Google search will lead you to believe that the majority of those living with PTSD are men in uniform. The reality is that women are twice as likely to develop PTSD than men, and not all wars take place on the battlefield.

ptsd campaign

We have seen great progress in the last few years in mental health awareness related to PTSD among veterans. We would like to expand on that progress to include all who suffer with PTSD. It’s time to accurately represent the thousands of women and men of all colors, ethnicities, ages and socioeconomic background living day to day, while doing the best they can to manage flashbacks, constant triggers and the debilitating medical and mental health effects of this disorder. It’s time to change the face of…

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The Cactus Flower

Getting our taxes done used to be my least favorite thing until I discovered buying a house. What was supposed to be a fairly straightforward process turned into a stressful nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. It’s certainly not life threatening, but it’s not nothing either. When all of your belongings are packed into … Continue reading The Cactus Flower

The Sacred Art of Self-Care

Hellllloooo? Is anyone out there? I've been away for so long that I hope you all haven't forgotten me. We are finally in our new house and I plan to start posting again soon. In the meantime, I'm honored to be a part of Kelsey Munger's thought provoking series on self-care with a piece that … Continue reading The Sacred Art of Self-Care

Middle Space

His hand in mine feels so small and perfect. We’re walking and he’s telling me about the strong evidence that Jar Jar Binks is really a Sith Lord and he’s promising to show me all the YouTube videos that prove it. I’m barely paying attention (huh? that goofy Gungan a Sith Lord?) because all I … Continue reading Middle Space

Ashes to Ashes, Ziggy Stardust

I discovered David Bowie in my dad’s record collection in 1982 when I was 12 years old. I was mesmerized by Ziggy Stardust and listened to that record incessantly. In my daily life I was trying hard to suppress overwhelming feelings but when I heard those songs, I could cry and lament because it wasn’t … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes, Ziggy Stardust

What I’m Reading This Winter

I keep checking in with myself. “Am I ok?” Then I pause and wait for some sign or feeling that I’m not ok and it hasn’t come.  This feeling of stability is wonderful, especially with the craziness that I’ve taken on. In the last month I’ve tackled Thanksgiving, end-of-year preparations for our business, Christmas shopping, holiday parties, … Continue reading What I’m Reading This Winter

Trigger Points Anthology, The Parenting Book that Breaks the Silence

When I come across a picture of myself as a child, I fight against what I see. I see her smiling face but most of the time, I don’t remember being her. In my childhood memories, I’m not really a child at all but something other. I’ve been in recovery for awhile now and I … Continue reading Trigger Points Anthology, The Parenting Book that Breaks the Silence

Bumpy Nubs and Poking Threads

Update: This post was Freshly Pressed November 7, 2015. I'm so excited to be over at Lipstick and Laundry today with a post about family history, with a twist. I deconstructed the classic linear timeline, allowing the hidden connections, common struggles, pivotal moments and everyday choices to shine through. Hop on over and check it out! … Continue reading Bumpy Nubs and Poking Threads

It Begins As A Thought

It begins as a thought. A sarcastic musing when I read an email or a mean spirited brood over a status on Facebook. An uncharitable opinion, a negative view, a snarky jab. This isn’t who I am but this is exactly who I am when I don’t pay attention to what I’m doing. It’s embarrassing … Continue reading It Begins As A Thought