My childhood story isn't spell-binding, but I am pretty sure it was on par with other students. I was just another student in a sea of students ...
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Pain’s Volume
As with listening to music, physical and emotional pain both have the power to be so loud for so long they affect your hearing it anymore. Pain is powerful. Pain has volume.
On PTSD–A Personal Experience
My hold on reality is tenuous at times. I roll up in my sheets, comforter, and pillow, wrapping my arms around me. I don't know how I fell asleep—fearful of his coming, down the hall, through the door, and for me.
Knowing Myself from Within and Without
Any fragment of my body given from the outside must be experienced ... by me from within myself, and it is only through this experiencing from within that it can be rendered part of myself, part of my once occurrent unity.
Christmas Gifts
My memory is trimmed with Christmases at my grandparent’s home. Traditions wrapped in love mound under the tree.
Christmas Cheer?
Christmas won't be the holiday it once was, staying home all day in pjs, curled up with cat, watching Christmas movies, and eating per no schedule nor health. I am thankful God graces me with celebrating as I know how right now.
The Legend of the Indian Paintbrush (A Story from The Childhood)
This is the first in a series of three stories written by a child who knows the abuse of parents and the spark of writing.
