I wonder why memories can be so different. I wonder if this means maybe some memories are real and others are not. Sometimes it would be a relief to think something is false. I have been thinking about two very specific memories which seem to be making a playground of my mind. The first has… Continue reading A handful of dust
Over recent months or weeks I read some things about DID, about the centre where I received my diagnosis, about faking and personal comments towards people and I freaked out a little. I decided that I do not have DID. I closed off to everything. I blocked out the others and I hear them less.… Continue reading Go away
Normally I would be out there on the front line. I have worked on isolation units for previous Corona Virus’. I would be there standing side by side with my colleagues. My employers made the decision to send me home. To prevent me from working on health grounds as I have a chronic condition that… Continue reading Shielding Secrets: Will we all stay inside?
“This is the nature of trauma therapy.” That may be true. It is not the nature of me to have one crisis after another. To feel I am spilling out and anyone could see if only they looked closely enough. Is this the nature of us? So many differing thoughts, opinions and emotions. Surely that… Continue reading The one to keep us safe
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton