Being Invalidated by a Bad Apple

Abuse is present in all kinds of relationships: from personal to professional, from sexual to medical, where ever there are humans, abuse exists. Unfortunately, no one is safe from experiencing it in any of its forms, especially in regards to mental health. In my own mental health journey, I have been fortunate with my connections,… Continue reading Being Invalidated by a Bad Apple

Kind of Like a War Hero

I’m a war hero. At least I’m kind of like a war hero. I survived a war, but was never in the military. I have battle scars, but was never in combat. I have PTSD. That illness you understand for veterans. I survived a war, that I’m still battling. I’m a survivor, but I’m still… Continue reading Kind of Like a War Hero

How to Break the Cycle of Abuse Within Your Own Mind

I am really good at not being good to myself. “Most of your class is smarter than you.” “No one wants to be your friend.” “Of course you didn’t win.” Throughout my childhood, I taught myself to have no self pride. At all. Despite being decently intelligent and skilled; I could never accept a compliment. If… Continue reading How to Break the Cycle of Abuse Within Your Own Mind

Empty Your Pockets

This is a free verse poem I wrote because I have been struggling with my PTSD lately. This poem is for anyone that has ever been hurt before. I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to empty your pockets and always remember… Empty Your Pockets They knock on my door, but I don’t let them… Continue reading Empty Your Pockets

The Adult Looking Back

I’d like to tell you about the first relationship I ever had. I’m sure you’ve heard plenty of stories about first loves; in books, on the TV, via grandmothers and close friends. Everybody has a story to tell, whether it’s theirs or someone else’s. Lend me five minutes of your time and I’ll tell you about mine.

Father’s Day Triggers My PTSD

I started writing this post on Father’s Day. I couldn’t finish it and went back to it a few times. I thought of deleting it many times because it is painful and shameful. I know it is wrong to feel this way and yet I cannot “unfeel” it. Believe me I have tried. I have… Continue reading Father’s Day Triggers My PTSD