Drawn to the Words, Hurt by the Patterns: What I’m Learning About Myself
Like a Moth to a Flame From the very beginning with Stu—the widow—I was enamored by his ability to say what I needed to hear in the language I crave.…
Like a Moth to a Flame From the very beginning with Stu—the widow—I was enamored by his ability to say what I needed to hear in the language I crave.…
Still enjoying the magic of every other week in the mountains with my new friend, and as we become more familiar and relaxed with each other, we are being slowly…
CPTSD often occurs as a result of being made to feel unsafe because of your identity. Feeling powerless to change who and how I was, made me fearful, anxious, aggressive,…
There have been no times when I have felt more bored and lonely than when I am trying to fit in. Being with people who are not interested to see, know,…