I’ve dated more people than can be counted on one hand, approaching two hands. I have been through many breakups, makeups, rebounds and long lost reunions, likely much more-so than folks my age usually have. This is generally attributed to my constant craving for emotional connection, and the number of breakups attributed to bad luck.… Continue reading Breakups: Sociopathy versus Sadness
First of all, I have a massive, worn old journal full of my poetry that is just for me. However, yesterday I came across a little yellow notebook tucked into the back of my closet. It’s not very good, but it’s from a very important period in my life. After I emerged from my abusive… Continue reading Just some trauma poetry
Have you ever thrown some food up while sick and been, later in life, unable to stomach that food? Every time you are near that food, you feel nauseous. One pre-middle school summer, I ate hundreds of raspberries from the bushes around my local pool, and upon throwing them up one day, I was henceforth… Continue reading Trauma, Associative Loss, and Harry Potter
Spoiler Alert: You don’t know him unless I want you to, so don’t try to find out who he is. But you almost certainly know people like him, though I wish you didn’t. Allow me to present to you a few of his facets. If you recognize this person in your life, at any point,… Continue reading When is a relationship abusive? Let me show you.
Today is a national day of observance of Veterans Day, though the holiday was technically yesterday, November 11th. Holiday never did seem like quite the right way to describe the day, to me. It seems too positively connoted. None of my nuclear or extended family have served that I know of, so I generally spend… Continue reading Reflections on PTSD: Veterans Day and Beyond