Mother’s Day Thoughts

I was having daydreams about sending my mom flowers for Mother’s Day. For getting her address and writing some letter of explanation about why I can’t talk to her. My oldest son doesn’t talk to me and I don’t talk to her. There is a whole black hole of unprocess-able emotional energy there. Just a … Continue reading Mother’s Day Thoughts

Parenting with PTSD

He triggers me and I’m lost. Oh, the shame of not being trigger free, free of anything that would make my body and mind seize up, relive, react. He flings his hands in my face and that would be fine but when he doesn’t stop after I say stop. When he still doesn’t stop touching … Continue reading Parenting with PTSD