Tagged peace

What It Takes: a personal essay on PTSD

What It Takes Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away, all the same, knowing she has wings. -Victor Hugo I used to think that my story was a tragedy. That’s bullshit. My story is about love and our centers and what it takes…

Lesson #1 Since Recovery: Journal: Story: Shutting Self off so I Can Reach It

Photo at Etsy Listen While You Read: One and Only, Adele: or Otis Redding Cigarettes and Coffee: or Black Coffee (Peggy Lee): I see I’ll be sitting under a menagerie of oaks, the canopy of green over the park. Emma will be older, playing, resilient, maybe even better. Because maybe I will be. But something will be missing. SOmthing I can finally put a finger on and label and recongize the associated emotion and feel it. It’s overwhelming, the emotions. I will be at my peak of my game yes, healthy, living, working, and God, laughing again. Picking flowers and…