My childhood trauma sometimes triggers a cycle of events that leave me in a no-man’s-land of helplessness.
This is a guest post written by Joshua Rivedal. Read to the end for details on his projects. Captain’s log, Stardate January 2011. Where unfortunately many have gone before. I’m twenty-six years old and thinking about dying… actually I’m not being entirely truthful. I’m dangling halfway out the fourth floor window of my bedroom in
After this week’s therapy, my therapist was poised to soothe my aching soul. We talked about some hard stuff. And then we talked about some more hard stuff. And then we talked about my parents. It was great. I love talking. But then she asked me the question of the hour. On a scale of
Depression kicks me in the nuts on a regular basis. After my revelation yesterday, I think my brain decided to get back at me. I had nightmares regarding my mother’s ex-husband, my family’s number one abuser, Dirk. I dreamt of endless arguments. I begged, pleaded, raged, and prayed that he would understand. My mother wasn’t
This time of year, Arizona is wet. Very, very wet. Yesterday it rained a lot. I drive a teeny little motorscooter and rain doesn’t mix well with safety on two wheels. Yesterday, I had to wait at work until the rain stopped. As soon as it cleared up, I popped on my brain bucket and