Last month, my doctor asked if anything specific was triggering me. At the time, I couldn't think of anything. Until a specific day came, and I broke down in tears for hours. It had been a long time since I'd allowed myself to do that. 😦 The majority of my breakdowns are quiet. Real quiet. … Continue reading In The Face of Trauma: Fatherless Daughter
My Father
The Dark Days
I've kept an extremely low profile the past few days. For starters, I am still fighting off an infection. It's draining me terribly. My brain understood I really needed to shovel snow yesterday, but my body sent me back to bed because I couldn't keep my head up or my eyes open. I was battling … Continue reading The Dark Days
Sometimes It’s The Retelling That Sucks
Saturday afternoon someone asked me what I was doing for Father's Day. I had actually forgotten that Father's Day was coming up, so this conversation was yet another reminder for me regarding the fact that my father has been gone for ten and a half years. Somehow, my brain just wasn't absorbing this holiday. Even … Continue reading Sometimes It’s The Retelling That Sucks
