Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. And the frozen snap of trees in sub-zero temps, feeling alone but not lonely by the solid creek, as if I were an Eskimo out trapping. But I also worked hard to maintain that OK-ness, every day, sometimes every moment. And another, my friend Sue, who died a few years ago of cancer, with never a complaint and only a smile. I fail, and fail miser.

My journey toward self love and self care. Connection, fear, anxiety, purpose. Connecting with the thoughts, allowing them to line up with the emotions and the spirit. Making room, making space to allow the process tow ork, to allow the connections to occur in their own time and in their own way. To release the chemicals, to allow them room, to help them to find their own unique pathway to travel out of and away from the body they have called home for 43 years.

Coping and living with PTSD, Depression and extreme childhood trauma. Sex, shame and guilt. Lethargy, sleeplessness and motivation. Music, poetry, etc. On PTSD times two? Deadjosh on PTSD times two? On PTSD times two? .

Dusting off this Blog, and reviving it. I apologize for my very long absence from my blog. I have been either going through things or just too busy or too uninspired to blog, and that will change, I will be going back to blogging on here, as well as possibly making this blog into an actual website. I will post an actual. Post when I am not super tired.