(Mac made this at the McLean Fletcher Center for Grief. It is part of Hospice Ministries in Jackson, and he went for several months, and he loved it. Iti s a wonderful local resource for any of you reading this whose children are dealing with loss.) A few weeks ago, we were at lunch waiting … Continue reading
It feels almost disrespectful to say that I have PTSD. All of my life, I equated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder with a soldier coming home from war and attempting to live in a relatively safe, uneventful world, but continuing to feel unsafe after seeing and hearing and doing everything he or she saw, heard, or did. … Continue reading
If you need me today, I’ll be on a deserted island….in my head. I will still walk here, talk here, be present here…but in my head, my toes willl be in sand, no one will be able to access me, and I will cry. Alot. I will break sea shells, no matter how big and … Continue reading
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