I have already talked on here about how hard it is for me to make long term plans; how a fire can uproot your head and how a young child being sick rearranges your reality and makes life a blur around you for years. I have talked a bit on the paranoia and trauma to
Continue reading ….That whole ‘future’ idea.
There is apparently a big difference between being mentally able and ready to talk about trauma and emotionally being able to do it. I was raring to go and it got the better of me. I had hoped I was far enough away from the blast zone by now – I think I am moving
Continue reading ….And then she walked away…
There are a lot of things that I miss about the old me… the “pre-cancer me”… but it is only now, two years removed from active treatment, that I am noticing how many ways my brain got rewired. I had figured out how to achieve things in a panic-driven thought
Continue reading ….Reprogramming my brain
Words of strangers.
I cry a lot these days. Most things will make me tear up, from commercials on the radio to song lyrics. I guess it the price to pay for having to keep some of the most terrifying emotions in check. After you come to terms that your child may die, you have to forget all
Continue reading ….Words of strangers.