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...

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...

Hang In There, Baby

Staring at the screen of this computer someone is lending me indefinitely, trying to write a post for the new website another friend made me, in a bed that someone else gave me, in a house that Doug and I are welcome to stay in rent-free, I can’t help but be...

The Whole Point of My Blog

  My relationship with GOD is always the first thing to suffer when things get difficult for me in the mental health department. I forget how to pray. I forget how important it is to pray. I fight the feelings of shame and failure when things aren’t...