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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… Continue Reading →

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… Continue Reading →

She’s Only Twelve Years Old

I feel like I’m 12.  Sad, sorry age to feel . . . .all empty, lonely, desperate not to go home.  Becky, my birth mother, has come to pick me up at Michelle’s house.  I spent the last night or… Continue Reading →

Friday Feelings – SELF-CARE AND THE HOLIDAYS

Maybelline says, “This road trip is making me tired.  I’ll just steal Becca’s pillow.” I’d love to hear from you? Is self-care difficult for you? Do you do anything special this time of year to help you cope? I’m too… Continue Reading →

FRIDAY FEELINGS – THE BASICS OF SELF CARE – VOL 1

Never really engaging in self-care, I had no idea what to expect, write, or suggest about it. I’ve been to enough treatment facilities that encouraged self-care, but I always believed I didn’t deserve it, so I wouldn’t even try. But… Continue Reading →

BROKEN, BEATEN, AND BULLIED

I can count on it.  I depend on it.  And it never lets me down.  The nighttime, from 6-10, is the graveyard where my pretenses  go to die.    It’s kind of good in a way . . . to… Continue Reading →

I don’t feel well.  I have been dissociative, spacey, and dizzy all evening.  There’s a sense of urgency to write, and I can’t escape it.  I must, I must, I must eject what’s in this crazy, demanding  head. I was… Continue Reading →

Anxiety’s Amusement

Once upon a time there was a paradox called Missing in Sight whose anxiety was so rampant and uncontrolled that ten minutes after waking on Saturday morning,  she took her usual cocktail of a Clonazepam and a muscle relaxer to… Continue Reading →

Time’s Confessions

The thick, heavy hours creep behind me, lethargically following me into my personal hell. Life slows down and elongates itself into eternity. Time spawns replicas of itself, burgeoning forth as every instant feels like infinity. Each second hurls itself at me, expectantly… Continue Reading →

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