In the months following treatment for PTSD, I had a series of trigger failures. I hadn’t yet figured out how to stop my triggers from sending me into a downward spiral. I was exhausted trying to figure it all out. It was at this point that I knew I had to make a choice: confront […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
You know the feeling. Its that stone cold fear you have in your gut when you realize that family commitments and obligations have your back to the wall. The important people in your life rightfully expect you to be fully present when family and friends gather for the upcoming holidays. Thing is, you’re unprepared for the ‘heart […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Four years ago, forty-eight year-old Wanda Sanchez was clinging to a life without hope. Every day was a struggle to stay alive. She’d planned her suicide and had every intent to carry out her plan. For decades she’d struggled with nightmares, flashbacks, addiction, self-abuse, compulsions, and other behaviors she simply couldn’t control. Rehab was a […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
Today my friend Wanda killed a spider. A big, fat ugly one. Wanda splattered some Lysol on it, and the spider drowned a gasping chemical death. But here’s the cool thing. Wanda killed that nasty creature alone, without hollering for help or making a peep. Pretty amazing for somebody who just three short years ago […]Continue Reading... No Comments.