An alternative to alters….no, I’m told.

I think we are recovered from yesterday’s post. Forgiveness is just a rough topic for us. We’ve managed to slide out of our depressive spell and shower and wash our hair. Trust me; washing our hair is a chore. It is long and naturally curly and as thick as it comes. We are a natural […]

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Fading into the woodwork

Find me please. I’m dissipating into oblivion. I need to be found. I’m not dissociating. I’m just missing. My words are not my own and are borrowed from someone deep inside. I’m too scared to leave the bed; even more afraid to leave the house. Each day is a replica of days prior. Urgent business […]

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