Hell is for children

I’ve been gone a while. Life is hectic. Even when there are no groups going on the mind keeps going like the Energizer bunny. It just doesn’t quit. It’s true though. Most of the therapy happens in the journals, the artwork, the secret blog that no one even reads but me. But that’s okay. I […]

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Gloomy Sunday

I’m on my second cup of coffee. It is my only delight these days. I have many assignments to work on for therapy in this residential treatement. I mapped out my system’s members yesterday but am unhappy with the results. It doesn’t feel it adequately represents everyone in the system, probably because I don’t think […]

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Coercive, domineering history

I am disgusted with myself. Repulsed. Horrified. I gave in. I knew the husband had been wanting sex; the signs were all over the place, just like his hands. He knows we don’t like it. He’s not stupid. He made a comment that I “as in we” don’t allow him to touch us anymore. It […]

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