When you have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, life is one hell of a ride.
But that doesn’t say much, does it, now? There’s hell of a ride and then there’s hell of a ride. The one I’m talking about is the kind that feels like a Russian Roulette. By which I mean Continue reading
It’s one of those things on which, probably, each of us has a different viewpoint. What’s the worst thing someone could do to me? And then, is it really the ‘worst‘? Or is something else ‘worse‘?
I’ve been thinking, trying to find myself some closure from something that happened in my past. The closure hadn’t come naturally and I’ve realised that perhaps it was because of this. I was hung up by what the ‘worst thing‘ was.
Without wanting to trigger anyone into places they don’t want to go, let me just say that in general we, as a society, have ideas about what is the ‘worst’ harm that could happen to a person. I want to suggest that we don’t always get that right. Continue reading
This feels a little like my first day of school when I was five, which I loved. I was so happy to finally be with the bigger kids. I had wanted to start school a year before, when my brother started, but of course I wasn’t allowed. But finally I got there.
This is of course, my first post for Canvas, and that is equally exciting. I’m not 100 per cent sure quite what to expect but I know some of the ‘kids’, and am very happy to be here. This has been something I have wanted to do for a while, but the time wasn’t quite right. Now it is, and so I’m here.
I do something a little different from most bloggers. I use my own name. Continue reading
I’ve been wondering recently (as always) why I am the way I am.
I’ve been trying to come up with an explanation.
It feels like I can’t help these ways. I think the way I think because of all that I am, and all that has happened. I feel like I use it as an excuse, but am I allowed to feel that way? Continue reading