When you have mental illness it's common to be shunned by your family or friends it wouldn't happen if they knew the pain you were in.
Untraumatized people have a natural instinct to make healthy decisions in the best interest of their true selves. They are only limited by their immaturity and the brokenness of their external world.
The true self is that which is in touch with reality. The false self is the aspects of your personality that are adapted to threats and no longer consciously recognizes either the adaptation or the th...
Asshole Proximity Disorder
There's a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a good day.
But that alteration, catastrophic though it was, had long been absorbed into the water table; the unspeakable day still flooded the downs. He wasn't the type to convince himself that facts were not fa...
There comes a time when something changes you... No matter the impact... Where the world no longer beats in time with you. You no longer feel amongst the fray.. And the feeling of loneliness is a bran...
We see nobody clearly. We see only the ghosts of absent others, and mistake for reality the fictions we construct from blueprints drawn up in early childhood. This is the problem.
It's all fun and games until somebody dies.
It would cut into him at unpredictable moments, like a gutting knife made of colored light.
Memory is dynamic, it's alive.
For Someone Awakening To The Trauma of His or Her Past:For everything under the sun there is a time.This is the season of your awkward harvesting,When the pain takes you where you would rather not go,...
Surprisingly, it is often when wandering through the emotional carnage left by the worst of humankind that we find the best of humanity ad well.
i see the sky as beautiful, Regardless of its shine Because I wake each day grateful, That I get another chance to be alive.
The major abscess in the mind is a lack of acknowledgement of evil.
Where were all heroical parts but in Helteranius? and a man might make a garment for the moon sooner than fit the o'erleaping actions of great Jalcanaius, who now leaveth but his body to bedung that e...
My God, what have they done to you? This isn't a man, it's a broken kite.
I believe in fiction and the power of stories because that way we speak in tongues. We are not silenced. All of us, when in deep trauma, find we hesitate, we stammer; there are long pauses in our spee...
It's as if I died too,' she whispered to herself, 'as if I was born dead.'Ironically, it was true. Emotionally she knew what her mind did not, beyond logic, beyond reason, as if somehow deep inside sh...
Bitter truths have the need to expect backups if they are shared at all.