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
My little sister is getting married in June. It is a tremendously exciting occasion. There literally is no one on the planet for whom I could be happier. She deserves the kind of love her fiance gives her more than most of the population…because she is that nice, that kind, that pure, and that special. … Continue reading
Being Southern makes grieving a whole lot harder. Grief isn’t nice. Grieving is so not nice. Those of us reared down in the Deep do things because we know we should, because we were taught we should. Those of us reared down here know not do other things because we were taught we … Continue reading
It doesn’t matter than they don’t know exactly how I feel. What matters is they know me. What matters is, they have known me forever, and they know me better than I know me. They have been through the door for so long, they know they never have to knock. What matters is, even if … Continue reading
