Throwback Thursday

TBT ~ Metaphor ~ A Comparison Between Then and Now

Welcome to Throwback Thursday where I find a blog post that is at least five years old and compare how I was doing back then to how I am doing now. The following piece entitled “Metaphor” is a poem I wrote on December 26, 2012, comparing myself to the act of writing and story-telling.  I use writing to describe how I’ve been altered, revised, and changed.  Though this piece deals with aspects of Dissociative Identity Disorder, there is an overall theme to which everyone can relate.  Please read the passage; my comments and comparisons between then and now will follow. …

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Throwback Thursday

#TBT ~ Where I’m From

TBT: Where I’m From Welcome to my new series called “Throw Back Thursday”.  Each Thursday I’ll re-publish an old post from my previous years of blogging when I wasn’t much in a recovery-state-of-mind.  I’ll read the passage and compare how I was then with how I am now. This new series starts off with a post I wrote on December 2, 2012.  This was an assignment I was given in college about writing where we are from.  We were given the opportunity to interpret the assignment any way we wanted, and some of the students wrote about a geographical place …

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On the personal

The Sunshine Blogger Award

It happened again!  I’ve been nominated for another award for my blog!  It is a gross understatement to say that I am truly humbled and genuinely honored to hear that my blog is important to people and that people care enough to nominate me.  The support of others is invaluable to my mission to help others and add meaning and value to their lives. I would like to thank Hilary at www.mudmilkandcoffee.blog for nominating me.  Not only is Hilary a mother and a college student, she is a phenomenal and versatile blogger who publishes relevant and valuable posts three times …

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Week in Review Using Gifs

My Week in Review Using Gifs

Welcome to “My Week in Review Using Gifs”.  Here is where I link back to this week’s must-read posts, and I tell you about <insert sarcasm> my glamorous week using . . . you guessed it!  Gifs. This past Monday was New Years Day.  I spent the day without much fanfare.  Just cooked some delicious food for my husband Daniel.     There was a football game that night for which he became upset, so I tried to comfort him and show how much I cared about his feelings.   But I digress. Tuesday I tried to do some blog …

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On the personal

How Lack of Self-Care Might Lead to Depression

Depression.  Sometimes it happens.  I don’t know why, or maybe I do and don’t give it enough credit.  Either way, I am writing at this moment to shake off the desire to self-harm.  The urge only began a little while ago, but my mood has been unstable all day.  If you caught me on Twitter @missinginsight earlier, I posted the following picture. And this is exactly how I felt.  All within two hours, I went from happy to anxious to depressed.  There was no warning, no thought, no memory, and no feeling to prompt the mood changes.  They just happened. …

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On the personal

If You Really Knew Me, Then You Would Know . . .

As I sat down to write this blog post, it was initially on a different topic.  I’m not narcissistic enough to think people want to 40 things about me, but I’m feeling a little introspective, so I wanted to share some things I am thinking.   I thought a post on things you do not know about me might be helpful, and you might even be able to connect and relate to what I feel or have experienced.    Let me tell you first that I have been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (D.I.D.), formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder.  I’M …

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On the personal

The Hostage

“The Hostage” was originally posted 1-1-2013 A poem regarding a night of anxiety in my head with Dissociative Identity Disorder. ________________________________________________________________________ The Hostage Slowly the evening falls upon me. The possibility of peace is shattered into a fairy tale as the night struggles and collapses into the blackest hole. With her naked eye the moon stalks me into hiding. No light is spared. I hear the footsteps of my thoughts scatter inside my mind, running rampant, tunneling through the darkness until I’m found crouched in fear. A tightly woven web of chaos is assembled around me. Motionless, I sit under the glare of tyranny. With unbridled abandon they advance upon me: …

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