New Name! Cool Stuff Happening!

New Name! Cool Stuff Happening!

Change is Hard Change is scary, especially for someone like me, with complex PTSD and all that. I have gone back and forth on some changes for my blog. And the direction that I want to go with it. I have been pressuring myself to move forward, which only ended up...
I Wish You Hadn’t Stopped Drinking

I Wish You Hadn’t Stopped Drinking

“I wished you hadn’t quit drinking.” That was said to me the other day. I am not sure even what to write about it yet, but I feel that I must write something. Because for the sake of all the fucks out there in the world, are you fucking kidding me? Do I need to write...
Awareness Beyond A Month

Awareness Beyond A Month

Awareness? Really? Intellectually I understand the need to have awareness months. I like to see that having these months helps bring awareness to the general population. But then that voice inside that snickers sarcastically at the need for an awareness month on...
No Matter Where I Am

No Matter Where I Am

Changing Center What do I do when my world has changed? When that which was at the center is no longer there? And by the center, I mean denial of my wounds and addiction. For it was those things that were my center. My world revolved around them. Those things were...
Walking Along the Danube Promenade

Walking Along the Danube Promenade

Shoes Throughout Time I have been on a European riverboat cruise for the last two weeks, which is why I have not been posting. I had grand plans to get ahead of my writing and prepare posts while I was gone. Unfortunately, that plan did not work. In some ways, I am...
Stop Yessing All Over The Place

Stop Yessing All Over The Place

In my previous post, My Fawning Yes Brain, I realized that my brain is going through a trauma response called fawning. Fawning is the official term, but I am still calling it my “Yes Brain.” After discussing this with my therapist, specifically around my...
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...
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