Is It Me?

Sitting at a picnic table out side at my community college’s Woodbridge campus I heard the most difficult piece of advice I ever fully accepted. Little did I know that it was coming from a recovering alcoholic and even now I couldn’t have guessed how this...

DiD and Moving

I’ve recently moved states, as in, yesterday. It can be difficult for someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder to make large changes. I get agitated and confused. I’ve lost all sense of where on Earth I am. As I create new memories and become acquainted...
Me and My #Selfie

Me and My #Selfie

I am like everyone in that I want to look polished, chic, slender, and the rest of the laundry list. My list of insecurities ranks as one of the lengthiest of its kind since middle school. I don’t feel ugly, most of the time, but I do feel way less than what...

Off the Wagon

Not blogging was weird. I did write a blog, but it deleted itself somehow. I should say that going a week without posting a blog was weird. There has been a deluge of poor things happening in my life.  I wish that I could explain and be one of those people who writes...

The Holiday Funk

The holidays are my husband’s favorite time of year. He loves decorating, shopping for gifts, wrapping presents, and seeing people’s faces when they open what he’s gotten them. He loves Christmas trees, Advent calendars, Christmas stories, claymation...