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during the psychotic breaks of my early recovery (70's), political rants/crusades were such a dominant symptom that i was guided toward, "media fasting." my intake of newspapers, magazines and books was staggering. my reading speeds were equal to staggering amounts of reading and i preferred...

corona crowned over one of the most traumatic periods of my adult life. 100% of my age peers (currently 68) whom i used to call, "friends" abandoned ship and left me alone with 3 recently traumatized children and a grief bigger than flu season. i still haven't closed those social distances. i...

i am a child sex trafficking survivor. i escaped that nightmare nearly half a century ago, but i don't really expect to ever be "cured." being sold into prostitution by your parents leaves some serious and enduring injuries in the psyche. i am not in active pro psychotherapy at this time, but i...

According to my profile page, my last activity here was May 21st. In early April, my husband and I placed four bee hives on a farm owned by my father-in-law in Washington, Texas. No one in the family has ever lived on this farm. It is just an in-law real estate holding where my in-laws hold...

My own therapy has been in a maintenance phase for a few years. I know this question would be best handled by professionals, but opening pro boxes is still kinda scary to me. One pro always seems to lead to another in an endless chain. Anyhoo... I have suffered periodic hearing loss my entire...

I have experienced intermittent profound hearing loss my entire life. As a child I was mute until 3rd grade and still needed speech therapy after a teacher finally managed to get me to open up. There is much room for the suspicion that both were hysterical; caused by emotional rather than...

The drama of the season centers on 84-year-old in-laws. My mother-in-law had a massive stroke nearly 2 years ago. She was in the advanced stages of Huntington's Disease prior to the stroke. She has been receiving at-home nursing care since her stroke. Physical rages were part of her Huntington's...

Rough night last night. My 33 year old son threw an all-night text tantrum telling me what a horrible mother I am and declaring my responsibility to support him for life because of it all. His lifetime, not mine. Sure wishing I could end it now...

I moved my therapy journal into my studio this week. All three file boxes of it. 30,000 or so hand-written pages. That is allot to read, much less edit and re-write. It sits there in the digital room, taunting me, in two languages. Spanish and English. The Spanish pages don't fully understand...

My graphics studio is in danger of looking like the space I only dreamed of in the 80s and 90s when I actually earned decent money helping small engineering offices make the transition from manual drafting to PC based drafting. The steady stream of youngsters through my home based operation left...

Security lights are my bad boys. The random chaos of security lights feels like eye daggers in the night. I miss the comfort of the starlight.

The verification utility on this site is not compatible with my touchpad. I had to sign up on my work computer but there is no way I can participate on it. My finicky touchpad is my only surfing tool right now. Next step is to see if I can log in on my touchpad... To err is human. To really...