14. Befriending Me
Tattered pink dress. Tangled hair. Dirty fingers. In my mind's eye, I see a little girl. She is standing alone, nose pressed against the window of an imaginary cafe. …
13. This Is Recovery
Before I started healing from my complex PTSD, I began each new year with just one thing on my mind, fat. After weeks of holiday overindulgence, I would stand on the…
12. Recover Your Joy
The little girl that wore pink dresses and loved ballet had a filthy mouth. That girl was me. The glow of the Christmas show was long gone. Nothing…
2. My Confession
I have a confession to make. Each day, I’ve been getting up at 5 AM. After having my first cup of coffee, I go into my new office, and sit…
1. 365 Days
Photo credit: Tim McCrum I felt a little dirty, staring at the photograph. The room was pitch black even though it was the middle of the day. The only light…