Scrooge It

All Santa has brought me so far is a fever blister.  Thanks, Santa. I wrote in  A Big Secret Wrapped in a Bow that I don’t celebrate the holidays.  Never have.   I thought I would be okay this holiday time, because I’m with family.  Tomorrow more family will come, and there will be a big […]

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grasping at air

there are f e w words. went through R.A.D. self defense simulations yesterday flashbacks    terror     crying 13 hours later still not okay still crying  still scared    still terrified need safe hugs   need peace    need for it all to go away need to cope   bad ideas in mind   need help   need to talk     but there are […]

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A Big Secret Wrapped in a Bow

I’m only half a person right now.  You may poke and prod, dig around for the other half of Missing In Sight.  You will not find her.  You will find more, but you won’t find her.  I’m the only one here, lost inside this head, peeking out behind her eyes.   I am numb, and it […]

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No more Groundhog Day

It started out a bitter day. Up at 5:30 to take Husband to ECT treatments. I’ve discovered I’m ill-equipped to be his nurse. Husband’s being ill brings out the child in me. Perhaps it was from years of playing mother and nurse to the birth mother. I was her caregiver, not the other way around. […]

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Safety at a premium

In one of my writing courses in college to be an English teacher, we were taught not to wait until we had something to say or a topic on our mind in order to write. We were instructed to write to find out what to write about. Given the unexplained rampant panic burrowing in my […]

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