I’m not the same person as I was ten years ago. Not even five years ago. And I am not the person I thought I was going to be. I’m not a big fan of the expression “post traumatic growth”. Because all I want is for what happened to never have been. I wish no... Continue Reading →
I did good!
The worst thing I do is go to the OB. I know getting the smear test is important, but every time, I end up in full panic mode. Though my PTSD does not stem from a sexual trauma, it triggers some feeling of helplessness and loss of control that just makes it unbearable. But it... Continue Reading →
Not Broken 