September 26, 2016, I awoke fighting the dyspepsia I'd gone to bed with. I figured I'd eaten too large a portion of enchiladas at my parent's house the evening of the 25th, and my mom said she'd used a different enchilada sauce than usual. September 25th had been an emotionally straining day. Something to do… Continue reading Breathing Was More Effort Than I Could Muster…
Depression is steering the keyboard tonight, thoughts and sentences may be erratic 🤷🏻♀️ I'm sitting in my corner of the couch and all I can think is, "I don't want to go to counseling tomorrow." My psychologist was so proud of me two weeks ago at the last session and now I have to walk… Continue reading My Corner Of the Couch
Something didn’t seem quite right about the stories my new boyfriend, Dave, was telling me. Equipped with the paycheck I found in the computer case, I proceeded to reach out to Mt. Sinai of Queen’s HR Department to find out where exactly department 19 employees were assigned. “That’s the emergency department”, the woman stated. No… Continue reading Did The Truth “Set Me Free”?
I had planned on writing about having Post Concussion Syndrome when I walked down the aisle and married my abuser, then I allowed my mind to go off on its own. It landed at the beginning of this chapter of my life. I separated from my first husband in early 2009. Enter Dave… I met… Continue reading A Match Made In YoVille?
I'm depressed. Right now. 11:30pm January 3, 2019. For whatever reason, for NO reason, I'm depressed. My thoughts are a bit erratic when I'm feeling down, as I am currently.On 12/24, a local reporter/weekend anchor messaged me and asked if I'd like to discuss situational depression for a Christmas Eve news story. I obliged and… Continue reading Depression, Random Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Posturing is an abusive narcissist's go-to... June 18, 2016 post Regarding Dave (2nd husband~abuser) I appreciate all of my friends and family that tolerated him until I was able to get him out safely. He moved out at the end of April and signed the deed of my house back to me. We kept this… Continue reading He took pieces so small I didn’t realize they were being taken, until I was no longer myself.
I'm going to tell my full story, in time. Parts of my story are still being discovered through psychology at the VA. Here's my first true acknowledgement post. MST ~> PTSD.. "I had Pandora's Box get opened in March of 2018 and it's been a hell year. It had been sealed for 25yrs. I'm now… Continue reading My Most Open #MeToo Moment, to date…
I'd like to share for a moment. I lost a friend, Johan Endre. He was a CannaFriend. We were going to do a podcast and he started one of the large groups on FB, Adults Who Enjoy Cannabis. I spoke with him last on May 23rd, he passed on May 27th. I learned of his… Continue reading I Lost A Friend
I've always felt oddly ashamed if someone thanked me for my service. See, I enlisted in the USAF during a time of peace, therefore felt my service meant less. It's taken a long time, but with the help of some great people, I no longer allow myself to trivialize and minimize the fact that I… Continue reading I Am A Veteran