My Fawning “Yes Brain”

My Fawning “Yes Brain”

I have decided that I no longer want to worry about my anxiety and depression when I travel. Sounds great, right? It’s also a bit of a pipe dream in my healing journey. That doesn’t mean that I am not going to try. I am heading to Europe for a riverboat cruise in May....
A Poem on Being a Puppet

A Poem on Being a Puppet

Puppeteer I am a puppet in a clown’s suit, smiling and dancing when I feel sad and tired.   Someone holds the strings of my life in their hands, moving them this way and that as I move helplessly about the stage of life.   Sometimes I change costumes.  ...
Am I Bruno?

Am I Bruno?

Ignorance is Bliss (?) Not many people ask me about my sobriety. Or about my mental health journey. They don’t ask me how it’s going. No one asks me questions about it. I have no idea what they think. Do they even have questions? I have no idea. One would assume that...
Bearing Witness to Me

Bearing Witness to Me

Witness to Survival Bearing witness to others’ stories helps me know that I can survive. So I watch, listen to, and read about others’ stories to see how they survived their abuse. Almost as important as surviving, is how they lived afterward. How they...
The Importance of Sharing My Story

The Importance of Sharing My Story

Being Vulnerable Bearing witness is sharing the parts of ourselves that we have hidden from the rest of the world. I survived by hiding myself, my pain, and my abuse.  As I walk this path, I realize how important it is to continue sharing my story. To bring...
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