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Number 3 is still above ground, living in my father’s home with her adult son. She has a daughter that lives nearby. Number 3 follows Mick’s typical prototype of dark haired, short women. He was nothing if not predictable. Though I do remember him telling me he’d like to
Characters in life are usually easily categorized, and those in my narrative are not really different. Most live in a dichotomous world of good or bad, fall into an active or passive role, and they either offer up life lessons or are vapid because they add little to the overall
This is a space in evolution. Stories are tagged based upon their content and new tags are constantly being added, which means the tagging system is still evolving. This site is about surviving trauma, so please read with that context in mind. Some stories are lighter than others, but the entire site is about living life shaped by what others have done to us. Victim shaming, hate speech, discrimination in any type, and political posts will be removed immediately and the user blocked.
I’m a wife, mom, and writer. Dog mom. Lover of heirloom tomatoes and cats. Disliker of humidity. Words are my first love and they help me make sense of the world. I have a ton to say about this journey though life, parenting teens, experiencing perimenopause, and grappling with mental health issues. Oh, and aging. Because its fun pulling a muscle in your sleep. Join me as I navigate this world. And drink coffee…a lot of coffee.
xoxo,
This whole trauma, childhood abuse, cPTSD thing is hard. Backbreaking. The only thing that gets me through is writing. Take a read, maybe it will make you feel less alone or help you understand someone that struggles.
The human brain is remarkable. Ask anyone and you’ll get the same reply and it doesn’t matter their age, religion, gender, politics, nationality, or race. The best science can tell us is that it is extremely complex, but the establishment cannot elaborate on the intricacies behind the brain’s why or how. Humanity is still on the earliest frontier of understanding what our heads can accomplish and what makes humans…human.
This is my story, my life, my words.
The events are depicted as I remember them. Any resemblance to other peoples’ stories is purely coincidental.
I categorize my writing, especially as it relates to my childhood and upbringing, as a quasi-biographical narrative. Places, dates, and certain details have been modified because there are several people I seek to protect. Literary freedoms are helpful to achieve this goal. There are plenty of people that do not want me to share the core aspects of my story; they will do anything to discredit or silence me by way of victim shaming, smear campaigns, and public ridicule. These strategies worked for decades, but not anymore. I refuse to stay silent.
This website is not a venue for hate, discrimination of any kind, or bullying. No hate speech or political rants. If you do not like someone’s identity or lived experience, say nothing. We support all trauma survivors, hard stop.
If you decide to post and share, choose your words wisely or you will be deleted and blocked. If you cannot or are unable to say anything nice, please refrain from posting.
This is a safe space for all who seek healing, love, and support.
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