It was the Thursday after the Sunday. Daddy left on June 22. Last year, it was a Thursday. This year, it will be a Friday. Last year, I switched my court week with another judge, so I was on the bench on that Thursday. Last week, I had my June Thursday. I will forever hate … Continue reading
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PTSD: It’s Not Just For Veterans
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
Retreat
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
Time
Time is a precarious thing. It is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years. It gives us deadlines. It gives us notice. It helps explain how long something lasts, or how quickly something happens….when something should begin, and when something should end. Time marks us, whether we want it to or not. A year … Continue reading
Nobody Wants to Be This Mad…
…but I am, in fact, THIS mad. And isn’t about what I want. Not anymore. Because what I want isn’t here anymore. All that is left is just how I feel. And there is very little control over a feel. Y’all know this. So, I am THIS mad. I am. And the … Continue reading
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