I haven't written a poem in years; I almost felt like I'd forgotten how. Tonight, I proved myself wrong. Earlier this evening, I was sitting around, enjoying the soft quiet, when this random line floated through my mind: "It's so easy to dissociate in a clean room." And then, of course, I could feel the... Continue Reading →
Morning Tears, Panic Attacks, and Chocolate Cake: An Exercise in Grounding and Vulnerability
Saturday morning, I woke up crying; that day was one I wish I didn’t have to endure. Friday night—into the wee hours of the morning (before the sun made its debut)—intrusive memories created a whirlwind in my brain that lasted so long I almost watched the sun rise. Last Tuesday, I hung out with some... Continue Reading →
An Evening of Dissociation (and the Moment After)
Dissociation, while terrifying in the moment, doesn’t last forever. However, the choices we make while experiencing symptoms make the difference.
Travailing through Trauma: A Night With PTSD
Last night, PTSD won. I spent most of the night curled up in my closet, like a child afraid of the Boogeyman, trying my best to be as small as possible, like nothing at all, because the amount of open space my room offered was too much. Around 11 p.m., I lay on the floor... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 