Truly, I just want to write

Letters advocating for person’s White papers For CPTSD Foundation as it provides a specific foci – healing from trauma Ghost writer to tell the stories of those who cannot pen it themselves, for any of one litany of reasons. (My preferred style is we talk, I write in your voice, we edit, we post/publish. Further,Continue reading “Truly, I just want to write”

ADD, Nature and Nurture, C-PTSD

ADHD is Wolf’s primary diagnosis. We are becoming better versed with this. He is well-versed in it. I am working on it. ‘Doesn’t it make sense that Rusty has ADD given the following: her father has not been formally diagnosed with ADHD. Yet he has the same classic symptoms I have, so it is logicalContinue reading “ADD, Nature and Nurture, C-PTSD”

It’s Christmas Eve, 2021. I’m Reflecting

Reflecting on what? I do not know. Exactly. Or, specifically. Nor do I even know what my intent is in reflecting, at this moment at least. The best I can feel is simply because I suspect Normalizing and Rescripting are prominent for me currently. How does it feel? Weird Uncomfortable Good(ish) Positive SCARY Beautiful HarrowingContinue reading “It’s Christmas Eve, 2021. I’m Reflecting”

5 days into 2022

And it has been a whirlwind. An unexpected crisis this afternoon. An unexpected death of a dear friend of my boyfriend and I. For Wolf, he was a second father in some ways. COVID struck close to home. We are careful, always; we are more concerned and vigilant of distance. His parents believed it wasContinue reading “5 days into 2022”

Inclusivity in The Rock Climbing Community

Episode 310 Inclusivity in The Rock Climbing Community Admittedly, I have not thought about diversity and inclusivity within communities, such as this one, The Rock Climbing Community. For me, as a self-defined eclectic, social worker have been focused on systems and institutions. And yes, they are important and in need of, well, realistically, a heckContinue reading “Inclusivity in The Rock Climbing Community”

Who has the right? Or am I in the wrong!

Finally, I have stopped lying to myself, with the supportive challenge “it” assistance from my therapist. What lie is this one? The one where I believed my shame, humiliation, self-stigma, self-loathing and pain are the primary reason I struggle with talking to my aunt.

Cabin Fever when one lacks housing

Does not look the same as when it is in a home. We live in his truck. It is a small space. The storms this month have often spread over 24 hours. As I write this, we are at the tail end of a storm which graced us for almost 48 hours. Again. Yet myContinue reading “Cabin Fever when one lacks housing”

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