CV19: The Yelling Man
We walked the aisles in our masks, breathing warm air that fogs our glasses. No contact, swerving deference to all…
Tag: PTSD
PTSD, an Explanation
First, the things I’m writing about are not necessarily happening now. I have more than ten years of work, hundreds…
A Day with PTSD
You wake up at 4AM, jolted by a sound, brain racing from the nightmare, like thread unraveling from a spinning…
October Is Fraught
October is fraught with awareness campaigns that hit me where it hurts the most: Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Purple ribbons.…
Sink
Life is like swimming. When someone is really drowning, there’s quiet sinking, not flailing arms and desperate screams.