Tag Archives: trauma

Verbal Vomit

One more second-offense, double-felony child abuser got off the hook without serving jail time today. It just goes to show that if you have two whole brain cells, then you are smart enough to play the system and get out … Continue reading

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Not Enough Dead Bolts in the World.

An open letter to his mother: Brian is a trigger word, a name that incites anxiety, fear, sickness, and pain into the core of my being every time it is spoken. I will spare you the details as best I … Continue reading

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Of Broken Air Conditioners and Shattered Lives

A (now) open letter to who the fuck ever. Dear (who the fuck ever), Is this as good a time as ever to start complaining about Kevin Lyons? I have a bone to pick with this guy, and I’m hoping … Continue reading

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PTSD: More Than Meets the Eye (a class discussion board posting that is painfully relevant at the moment)

I do understand that it makes sense to address Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder through the lens of war veterans given the context of the readings, but I would like to raise attention to the fact that it is a common misconception … Continue reading

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Friday, March 28th, 2014

It was a day. I have few words at this time, but the implications of abstraction in the events of that day will leave me stifled and quiet again for countless more. It is baffling that I can sit and … Continue reading

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He sleeps sickly. His mind devolves and expands, protracted without him. Sleep is a dirge. Preceding milestones, running before learning to walk. Talking sleep. Teaching ghosts just like him about real nightmares and real consequences. We are together, now. Nothing … Continue reading

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Now and then, a wry moment regards time with irreverence. These nights, I sit and wonder if every passing car carries me to death. A subtle voice from over the hedges, or just a sparrow in the night. Every trauma … Continue reading

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